She Flash-Married To His Rival by Harber Venus

Barclay lowered his brows and suddenly took her hand, asking, “Feeling cold?”

Moira’s hand trembled for a moment, and she quickly withdrew it, persistently affirming, “No.”

“Then don’t wear the coat. So you won’t feel hot later, Barclay said.

As he spoke, he reached out and took off the coat on her.

Moira subconsciously held onto the coat, looked at him pitifully, and said, “It’s still a bit cold.”

Barclay looked at her, holding the coat midair.

He looked at her with a playful and deep gaze. With a hint of an elusive smile, he said, “Not afraid of the heat?”

Moira suddenly realized that Barclay did it on purpose.

He had long seen that her blush just now was due to shyness, not because she was hot at all.

Moira thought, ‘This guy is really bad, teasing me like teasing a cat!”

She became annoyed in an instant, directly letting go of her hand, and the coat slid off her shoulder.

“Then take it away,” Moira said.

She turned her head to look outside the window, her eyes reddening with anger.

Barclay furrowed his brows slightly, lifted the coat with both hands, and draped it over her again. “Put it on. Don’t catch a cold.”

Moira was unhappy. As soon as the coat was draped over her, she directly took it off.

Barclay was patient. He picked it up again and draped it over her. “Are you angry?”

“No,” Moira said.

“Really?” He seemed to be smiling again, and his voice contained a hint of pleasure.

Moira looked out the window, wanting to see his expression from the reflection, but the light outside was too bright, and she couldn’t see clearly.Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

This made her even angrier.

Moira pushed the coat away again,

This time, Barclay didn’t drape the coat over her again.

The car fell into silence, and Moira felt a little guilty.

She thought, “Am I being too pretentious? But he was also going too far and deliberately teased me.”

Just as she was lost in thoughts, Barclay spoke again, I understand now.”

Moira was confused.

The next moment, she was hugged into his aphs.

Moira looked at Barclay in shock.

She didn’t know what he was doing.

“You want me to hug you,” Barclay said.

But Moira wondered, ‘When did I say that?”

Moira blinked, forgetting her anger. “You misunderstood. I didn’t want you to hug me.”

She pushed him away.

Barclay looked at her and said, “You said you were cold, but you didn’t want the coat. If not for wanting me to hug you, then what?”

“I was angry just now,” Moira said.

She just wanted him to coax her.

“You said you weren’t angry,” Barclay said.

Moira realized that she was shooting herself in the foot.

“Are you still angry now?” Barclay asked.

Moira looked at him and said word by word, “Even angrier.”

Barclay looked at her for a while, then raised his hand and rubbed her head, saying patiently, “Okay, don’t be angry. Put on the coat, or you can hug me.”

His chilly tone suddenly became tender and gentle, pleasant to the ear.

Moira couldn’t be angry anymore.

Her ears turned red again in an instant, and she quickly tightened the coat. “I’ve put it on.”

“Great”

Barclay looked at her reddening ears and could hardly manage to hold back his desire.

He turned his gaze away, but there was still Moira’s scent in his arms.

Barclay closed his eyes, hiding the emotions in his eyes, and smelled the lingering fragrance,