She Flash-Married To His Rival

Chapter 189

"They're a perfect match!"

"She has a handsome boyfriend to pick her up in the rain, that's truly enviable."This material belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

Amidst the envious gazes and comments from the crowd, Thalia walked under Alfie's umbrella.

When she linked arms with him, she signaled to her friend, Emma Oliver.

Emma looked in Moira's direction and said, "Mr. Guzman, Ms. Jimenez is also here. Wouldn't it be convenient for you to give her a ride?"

Alfie's expression changed slightly, and he turned his head, quickly spotting Moira in the crowd.

"Moira." He called out, restraining his emotions.

In the crowd, Moira, who was suddenly called, hesitated.

She regretted stopping Juliet from confronting Emma earlier.

Before Alfie could speak, Thalia, pretending to be generous, asked Moira, "Ms. Jimenez, would you like a ride?"

"No need. Someone is coming to pick me up," Moira replied coldly.

After that, Emma, who was irritating, chimed in again. "Why bother pretending, Ms. Jimenez? Didn't you say Mr. Covington was at a dinner? Can he come and pick you up?"

She emphasized the words "can he," dripping with sarcasm.

Moira was about to retort when her phone suddenly rang.

She paused, seeing the caller ID, and with a competitive mindset, she answered the phone directly, "Hello, honey?"

Suddenly, the endearing term "honey" seemed to ignite Barclay's interest. He leisurely undid a button on his shirt. "Where are you?"

Moira had originally planned how to get Barclay to cooperate with her acting, but she didn't expect him to ask directly. For a moment, she was caught off guard and nervously replied, "Desco."

"Okay, got it." After saying that, Barclay hung up.

He didn't say he was coming to pick her up, just that he knew. But that was enough for her to play along!

Moira hung up the phone, smiled at Alfie and Thalia, and said, "My husband will be here soon, no need to trouble yourselves."

Alfie's face turned a little pale when he heard her call.

He looked at Moira, his eyes seemingly full of words.

Since seeing Moira, Alfie hadn't taken his eyes off her.

Thalia could hardly keep a straight face. "That's good then, we'll leave first."

"Okay." Moira gave a cold hum.

However, Alfie didn't leave. "It's alright, we're not in a hurry. We'll wait until Mr. Covington arrives. In case he doesn't come..."

When Juliet heard Alfie's words, she

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directly scoffed. "Who do you think you are? Always so indecisive! Mr. Covington said he'll come to pick Moira up, you don't need to fake kindness. Go away, you disgusting hypocrites!"

Juliet's words embarrassed both Alfie and Thalia.

Their actions weren't very noticeable, but their voices weren't exactly low either.

Alfie had attracted attention when he arrived, and after lingering for a while, the surrounding crowd gradually sensed the drama.

unfolding, their interest piqu Ove

Some could have left, but they intentionally stayed to watch the spectacle.

Moira didn't even spare a glance at Alfie and his group, standing there

as if nothing had happened. Ofe\""

course, she felt extremely anxious inside.

But no matter what, she had to keep up this act!

Just as she was pondering how to handle the situation if Barclay didn't come, someone exclaimed, "Another luxury car, a Maybach!"

Moira instinctively looked up, and amidst the pouring rain, she saw a man walking towards her with a black umbrella.

For that moment, Moira felt like the world had quieted down, her heart and eyes fixated on Barclay.

This man was so damn handsome!

Before Barclay had even reached her completely, still some feet away, Moira had already rushed out from the crowd.

She practically flew into Barclay's arms. Barclay held the umbrella with one hand and embraced her with the other. "You're getting wet." Moira sniffed the familiar woody scent, embarrassed yet bold as she looked into Barclay's eyes. "It's okay, I want to go home early."

His eyes darkened slightly, his hand around her waist tightening.

Although he knew she was acting, he couldn't help but get lost in it.

Barclay held her, turned around, and walked back into the rain with her. The two of them walked towards the Maybach.

Moira and Barclay didn't say anything, but it felt like they had said everything. It was victorious for Moira.