She Flash-Married To His Rival by Harber Venus

Barclay undid his seatbelt, opened the car door, but didn’t step out. He leaned slightly towards Moira, his left hand resting on the steering wheel. “We’re home, Mrs. Covington,” he said, then helped her unbuckle her seatbelt

Moira tensed up for a moment, catching a whiff of his cologne.

After helping her with the seatbelt, Barclay get out of the car. He went around to the trunk, grabbed her wheelchair, and placed it in front of the garage door

There were three steps at the entrance to the garage. Moita had just hopped down one when Barclay suddenly dashed over and scooped her up.

“I can manage on my own,” Moira protested.

Barclay glanced down at her, showing no signs of putting her down. “Let me help you, Mrs. Covington. After all, I’m your husband.”

Barclay carried Moira up to the living room on the first floor. The entire room was decorated in shades of silver, making it look s p a c i u s

Bending down, Barclayset her gently on the couch. As he leaned forward, the collar of his shirt dipped slightly, and she caught a glimpse of his big pectorals.

“What do you want to drink?” Barclay asked.

“Anything’s fine,” Moira replied.

Barclay didn’t say anything else. He walked over to the back of the TV wall. Soon, he came back with a glass of juice an

and a glass of ice water.

He placed the juice in front of her and handed her the TV remote. “Pick whatever show you want. I gotta take a call, Barclay said, grabbing his phone and heading outside.

Glancing at his phone, he saw it was Harvey Andrews calling. “What’s up?” he asked into the phone.Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.

Taking a sip of ice water, Barclay turned back to look through the floor-to-ceiling windows at Moira sitting on the couch.

“Weren’t you supposed to meet us at the Rapture Club tonight?” Harvey asked.

“Oh, I forgot. I’m not going tonight. Have fun, though,” he said, ending the call abruptly.

Barclay didn’t immediately go back inside. Instead, he shook the glass in his hand, making the ice cubes melt a little faster.

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His phone started buzzing rapidly, Barclay picked it up to find his four friends chatting in a WhatsApp group. The group was

Barclay tapped into the chat and saw Finley Ward had asked him a question. (You really not coming?]

Barclay replied: Got some stuff to deal with.

Harvey, always one for gossip, immediately chimed in: (What stuff? You meeting a chick, huh? Heard there’s a bold ones setting you up with some hottie.]

The mention of it made Barclay’s eyes darken a bit. He scoffed and took a few seconds to think before sending a message. [Gotta wake up early tomorrow to take my wife to the hospital.]

After sending that message, Barclay didn’t check the group chat anymore, but everyone in the group was shocked.

Harvey: What?]

Finley: [Are you kidding?]

Evan Davis: [Am I high or something?

Harvey: [Since when did Barclay get married? And was he just flexing about his good relationship with his wife?]

Finley: (Barclay, didn’t you say you were waiting for your true love?]

Evan: [Are you really married?]

Barclay Finished his last sip of ice water before heading back inside. The living room was quiet, with Moira not having turned on the TV.

He sat down on the couch. “You heading home tonight?”

Moira glanced at her phone. “You rest first. I’ll arrange for someone to pick me up later.”

“if I’m not mistaken, he should still be outside,” Barclay said.

Moira knew Barclay was referring to Alfie.

Barclay grabbed the remote and turned on the TV. After pressing a few buttons, they saw the live feed from the front door camera.

In the footage, a black Mercedes was parked across the street. Through the car window, they could see Alfie sitting inside, smoking, Barclay was right;

Alfie hadn’t left yet.

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