She Flash-Married To His Rival by Harber Venus

When Moira came to her senses, she found herself holding flowers in her left hand, a gift box in her right hand, leaning against the door of the room. She felt a bit foolish.

With a sheepish expression, she quickly set the bouquet of roses aside and placed the gift box on the vanity table, freeing up her hands to rub her face.

'No way, did Barclay just kiss me? Barclay kissed me because of Valentine's Day! Does this mean he might have a tiny bit of feelings for me too?' she wondered.

Moira couldn't contain the surge of excitement at the brief but enchanting kiss she had just experienced.

Her long-neglected phone screen lit up continuously, and she glanced at it blankly for a moment before gathering her scattered thoughts and picking up her phone to check the WhatsApp messages. Juliet: [Didn't you say Barclay was away on a business trip?]NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

Juliet: [Did Barclay specifically come back just to celebrate Valentine's Day with you?]

Juliet: [Why aren't you replying?]

Juliet: [I get it now! I won't do this again next time. Please ignore me!]

Moira felt helpless.

Apart from Juliet bombarding her with messages, Cynthia had also sent her a message, but compared to Juliet's, the content of Cynthia's message was like night and day. Cynthia: [Babe, did Barclay prepare this for you?]

Cynthia: [I don't mean anything else, but isn't it a bit perfunctory?]

Moira felt a bit shy. [He was actually on a business trip and came back specifically for this.]

Moira even felt a bit proud of herself.

Cynthia: [Okay then, let's reluctantly consider him passable! I love you too, babe!]

Though Moira knew Cynthia's affection for her was purely innocent, and she didn't have any other intentions, seeing the emojis Cynthia sent still made Moira blush a little. Below Cynthia's messages was one from Aiken. Aiken simply sent a wish. [Moira, happy Valentine's Day.]

Moira quickly replied to Aiken's message.

As for Instagram, it was so exciting that Moira didn't know how to describe it.

Moira casually scrolled through it, planning to put her phone down and take a shower. But then Juliet sent a message. [Are you and Mr. Covington really an item?] Moira felt a bit awkward. [You're reading too much into it. He came back to celebrate Valentine's Day with me so I could post photos on Instagram.]

Juliet didn't quite get it. [What do you mean?]

Moira: [I thought I made it pretty clear, didn't I?]

With that, she suddenly sobered up a lot.

All these things Barclay did were just to maintain the façade of a loving couple for the public.

After all, their relationship had been set from the beginning.

'It's all her fault anyway,' Moira thought bitterly.

Juliet: [Really? If that's the case, he could've just had someone deliver the gifts to your place for you to take photos and post on Instagram. Why bother coming all the way back himself?]

Moira: [I thought the same thing, but he reminded me to post on Instagram.]

If he hadn't said that one sentence, she'd probably still be dreaming, thinking Barclay liked her.

Juliet: [Ah, that does seem a bit calculated.]

Moira lowered her brows, the smile fading from her face.

She didn't want to talk about it

anymore, but Juliet sent another et

message. [Is it possible that Barclay just wants to show off his relationship?]

Moira: [Do you think so?]

Juliet: [Well, I guess it's not very likely.]

Barclay didn't seem like that kind of person.

Meanwhile, in Arnelo, Barclay sent a few pictures to the Bros United.

Harvey: [Barclay, have you been working overtime too much? Sending messages to the wrong place?]

Finley: [He's showing off his relationship. Didn't you see?]

Harvey was momentarily stunned.

Evan: [I shouldn't have opened the group chat.]

Barclay: [Just sharing some holiday spirit with you all.]

Harvey: [Group admin, kick Barclay out!]

Finley: [Group admin, kick Barclay out!]

Evan: [But isn't he the group admin?]

Harvey and Finley were both speechless.

Barclay smirked, exited the chat, and

Os phone settings, setting

photos he had just taken as his screensaver.

'They look really good,' he thought to himself.