She Flash-Married To His Rival by Harber Venus

Chapter 183 

Meanwhile, the group chat on Barclay’s phone was 

also buzzing. 

Harvey: [Barclay, what’s going on? Cynthia is thanking your wife all over the internet.] 

Finley: [Barclay, ! heard Cynthia’s actually into your wife…] 

Eyan: [Your “Ethereal” is overshadowed by Cynthia’s public gratitude.] 

Harvey: [With Cynthia making such a big deal out of thanking Moira, it’s hard not to suspect her true intentions toward Moira!] 

Harvey: [How do you feel about this, Barclay?] 

‘What feelings? What a stupid question.‘ Barclay threw his phone aside, got up from the master bedroom, and walked to the guest room. Then, he knocked on the door. 

Moira was still in a daze when she suddenly heard a knock on the door. She looked up, dazed for a moment, before regaining her senses and getting up to answer the door. 

Expectedly, Barclay was at the door and looked at her. “Did you see Cynthia’s thank–you statement?” 

Moira hesitated, her ears turning slightly red. “Yes, I did.” She felt embarrassed for some reason. 

“Okay.” Barclay casually responded, “I think you’re right. You should return the 6 million dollars.” 

“What? Oh, okay!” Moira hadn’t fully processed it at first, but upon hearing “6 million dollars,” she understood what Barclay meant. 

“Would you help me return the check?” Especially since she wasn’t close to Cynthia. 

Seeing how Cynthia had made such a big fuss, Moira felt the check in her hand became more troublesome. 

“Sure.” Barclay didn’t refuse. Moira hurriedly turned to fetch the check. 

Then, she handed the check to Barclay like it was a hot potato. “Please take care of it, Mr. Covington!” 

As her fingers brushed against the back of his hand, Moira caught a whiff of his clear, musky scent and realized her gesture might have been 

too familiar. 

She quickly took a step back, stealing a glance at Barclay, who seemed unfazed, much to Moira’s relief. 

Barclay glanced at the check and then raised his hand, tearing it apart slowly in front of Moira. 

Watching him tear up the check, Moira remembered that tearing it was enough. It wasn’t cash, after all. 

She had forgotten all about it as she was stunned by the 6 million dollars. All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

Barclay finished tearing up the check and looked at the nearby trash can. He walked over and threw the shredded pieces away. 

Then, he looked at her and said, “Don’t accept things from others so casually in the future.” 

Moira wasn’t one to take advantage of others. She didn’t like it. 

Hearing his words, she nodded repeatedly. “Yes.” 

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Barclay looked at Moira, feeling a slight itch in his hand. He restrained himself from reaching out to touch her head. “Whatever you want, I’ll buy it for you.” 

Moira shook her head. “I’ll buy whatever I want myself.” 

Barclay, rarely rejected repeatedly by someone, showed a faint trace of disappointment on his face. “Yes.” 

He turned to leave, but Moira thought of the “Ethereal” necklace and seized the opportunity to return it! 

She shouted, “Mr. Covington!” 

“Is there something else?” Barclay turned his head and stared at her, waiting for her to speak. 

Meeting his gaze, Moira said solemnly, “I really can’t accept that necklace.” 

Barclay paused for two seconds. “I understand.” 

With that, he turned and left her room. 

Watching Barclay’s back, Moira was puzzled. ‘Was it my imagination, or did Barclay get angry again?‘