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She Flash-Married To His Rival by Harber Venus

Chapter 160
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Chapter 160 Because of Barclay's words, Moira had another ridiculous dream.

When Moira woke up the next day, she looked up at the ceiling above her head and doubted herself.

Moira blushed even when she held her boyfriend's hand. She didn't understand why she kept having such spicy dreams at night.

e main person in her dream was The n was none other than her fake husband, Barclay, who had signed a contract with her.

"Help, why did I dream I was touching his abs? Am I that desperate?' Moira thought.

The moment Moira went downstairs, she saw Barclay, whose head was tipped back as he drank water, Moira's gaze landed on Adam's apple which was moving up and down as Barclay swallowed. She subconsciously swallowed as well.

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"Everything happens for a reason. Anyone who sees a man like Barclay would have such fantasies. It's not my fault. Moira thought.

"What are you looking at?" Barclay suddenly turned his head and looked over.

Moira was unable to react t fast enough and blurted out, "You!" "Gosh, how could she have said that?' she thought.

"Okay.

Barclay's dark eyes moved, and his gaze swept past her slightly pursed lips, finally resting on her round eyes. Barclay looked into her eyes and said, "Thank you." "You're welcome," Moira answered.

In the silence, she was mortified.

She hated that she had spoken before thinking.

a mistake. She walked over with a red face, sat down opposite Barclay, and Moira did not dare to speak anymore, afraid that she would make an lowered her head to eat her breakfast.

In the blink of an eye, it was Friday. As per Linden's request, Moira had made sure to be ready to leave two hours ahead of time. Moira had made sure she was available three hours before the gala.

The gala was at 8 p.m., but Moira was taken to the venue at 4 p.m. to get ready.

Barclay had personally chosen Moira's dress. Ever since the raise that night, Linden suddenly understood the true meaning of a raise.

Linden contacted several big brands and obtained a few haute couture dresses. Before finalizing them, Linden had an idea and sent the photos to Barclay to choose from.

Moira entered the venue at five p.m. and was given s sbeauty treatments. Then, the staff began to put her makeup on for her.

This was the first tin her life that Moira had seen such a grand scene. Even when she had been preparing for her wedding with Alfie, they Chapter 160 had only invited a team to cto the house.

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This place had everything. To serve an esteemed guest like Moira, they had stopped taking customers in the afternoon to give her specialized services.

Moira was surrounded by staff. Throughout the entire process, she only needed to raise her hand or foot. I If she had not been shy, someone would have helped her put on the evening dress without her having to do anything as well. The design of the dress was simple. There was a wrinkled V-neck at the chest. It was sexy but not revealing. The small bubble sleeves added to her coldness.

The white dress accentuated Moira's curves.

Looking at herself in the mirror, Moira felt a little unfamiliar.

Her makeup had always been fresh and princess-like. It was rare for her to try such simple and bright makeup.

The makeup artist and a few assistants at the side praised Moira to the skies. "Mrs. Govington, you're really beautiful. If someone else wore this, they would either look tanned or fat. It only looks this exquisite on you!" At this moment, the stylist cout with a jewelry box. "Mrs. Covington, this is the necklace that Mr. Covington specially prepared for you." After saying that, the stylist opened the jewelry box, and Moira saw a diamond necklace that looked like a vine. Under the light, Moira's eyes were dazzled.

The stylist picked up the necklace helped Moira with gloves and is really hit on. "Mr.

Covington to you, Mrs. Covington! This necklace Is just like its name. It's Ethereal." 'Ethereal? Isn't that the 637-carat necklace that's worth 11 million dollars?' Moira thought.