She Flash-Married To His Rival by Harber Venus

"Ah?"

Barclay looked at her and casually remarked, "Don't girls usually love flaunting their relationships on Instagram on Valentine's Day?"

Moira paused, suddenly not feeling as cheerful anymore.

So, these gifts he was giving her weren't just for her. It was because it was Valentine's Day, and he wanted to post these gifts on Instagram to announce to everyone how happy their marriage was. Though she knew there was nothing wrong with what he was doing, she couldn't help the swift plummet of her mood.

Upon seeing the faint smile fade from her face, Barclay's gaze grew serious. "You don't want to post?"

Moira snapped out of her thoughts at the sound of his voice, shaking her head. "No, it's not that. I'm just thinking about how to post it."

Feeling guilty, she avoided his gaze and snapped a few photos with her phone. Suddenly, her gaze fell on Barclay's hand, and she had a bold idea.

Barclay clearly noticed her gaze and raised his hand. "Is there something on my hand?"

Moira's face flushed. "Um, I might need to take a few more pictures."

"Like what?"

"Just holding hands or something."

In reality, it wasn't necessary, but she wanted to hold his hand.

Moira felt ashamed of herself, but she didn't want to change her mind.

After all, Barclay was single!

Barclay lifted his hand, his gaze fixed on her. "How should we take this?"

Moira glanced at him, then stepped closer, lifting her leg to stand beside him. She reached out and intertwined her fingers with his right hand, closing it tightly.

Barclay's hand was warm and broad. Holding hands like this made her acutely aware of his warmth.

Her heart raced, and her right hand, holding the phone, trembled slightly. Her ears turned red.

She took a few photos, felt guilty, and wanted to let go of his hand.

But as soon as she loosened her grip, Barclay suddenly tightened his.

She looked up, meeting his gaze, and instantly felt flustered. "What's wrong?"

"This angle doesn't look good."

"Oh, then how should we do it?"

At that moment, he released her hand and walked over to the piano, taking a seat. "Come here."

Moira didn't hesitate and walked over to him.

"Sit here."

He pointed to the spot in front of him, and she obediently took her seat.NôvelDrama.Org (C) content.

The next moment, her left hand was once again clasped in his.

Then, Barclay wrapped his arms around her from behind.

Moira froze for a moment, not yet

6ddenly felt her shoulders processing what was happening et

e heavier.

Barclay's breath brushed against her cheek, and Moira's face flushed instantly.

Sitting there, she felt her heart racing, her breath quickening.

Barclay lifted the roses from beside her and placed them in her lap. "Hold onto these."

Moira's mind went blank. Hearing Barclay's words, she instinctively held the roses tightly. "Phone password?"

At his question, she quickly replied with her phone password, "0828."

"Your birthdate?"

Moira blushed slightly and muttered, "Yes."

"You don't have to look at the camera. I won't capture our faces."

He said as his finger hovered over the capture button.

Barclay snapped several shots in succession and then opened them to view.

Moira remained held in his embrace, feeling his breath hitting her face intermittently. It felt as though be wasdightly kissing her cheeks.

Fortunately, the process didn't last

long. Barclay seemed satisfied photos he took and quickly

released

her.

As the person holding her left, she finally got some space.

Moira held the roses tightly but dared not lift her head to look at him.

'It's over. I really can't handle this anymore!' she wondered.