She Flash-Married To His Rival by Harber Venus

Moira planned to play the piano after Barclay left for work. Yet, she found herself unable to muster the peace necessary, her mind tangled in regrets over the st u pi d things she had done.

She took up her phone and hesitated for a while before she decided to send a message to Juliet. Juliet, are you up? With that, she added a pitiful doge

meme.

Juliet was always on her phone. Thus, she replied to Moira’s message within one second. You woke up early on the weekend! Sweetheart, something must be wrong with you.]

Moira felt guilty and lied, [No. I just slept early last night.]

Juliet: [Tsk. Yeah. I know you had a great night with Barclay, but you don’t have to report it to me in the early morning.]

Moira: [What? I haven’t said anything yet!]

Juliet: [No words can express it. I got it!]

Moira absentmindedly touched her ears, suddenly remembering why she texted Juliet, so she hurriedly cut the conversation and changed the topic. [Juliet, you mentioned I like to hug people when I get drunk. Can you give me more details? Is it a regular hug or more of a bear hug?]

Moira pondered, “I didn’t black out last night, but I don’t know why I can’t remember everything that happened. I have no idea how Barclay got that scratch on his neck. It was just the two of us at the villa. If it wasn’t me, could it be a wild cat?

Juliet: Were you drunk last night?

Moira: Well. A little.]

Juliet: [Tsk, tsk, tsk. No wonder you texted me in the early morning! Tell me. Did you take advantage of your drunkness and do whatever you

Moira: [I didn’t do it! I would never do such a thing!]

Juliet: [You’re just stringing together denials to mask your actions]

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Noticing Juliet could read her like an open book, Moira lost it and spilled everything. I was drunk last night and can only recall bits and pieces of what happened. So, I’m curious about my behaviors when I’m drunk. What do I usually do?

Juliet: (Don’t worry. You’re fine. You just like asking for kisses and hugs when you’re drunk.]

Moira cried inside, ‘I like asking for kisses and hugs when I’m drunk?’ Her hand trembled as she read Juliet’s message, and her phone slipped from her grasp, plummeting toward the floor.

The doorbell rang at this time. Moira picked up her phone and replied to Juliet with a meme. After that, she went to answer the door.

It was a woman in her forties. She was the housekeeper Barclay had mentioned. Once she saw the door open, she smiled and introduced herself. “Hello, Mrs. Covington. My name is Rose Graham. You can call me Rose. Mr. Dittman sent me over to help out around the house for you and Mr. Covington.”

Moira nodded and replied, “Nice to meet you, I always respect experienced experts, so I’ll call you Ms. Graham instead.”

Rose was okay with either way and responded, “Sere. Mrs. Covington, you can call me anything you like.”

Moira opened the door wide and stepped back, saying, “Ms. Graham, please come in. I’ll show you around the kitchen.”

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Rose replied, “Thank you, Mrs. Covington.”

Meira said, “You’re welcome.”

Moira welcomed Rose inside the villa. Heading back to the living room, she suddenly remembered she was unfamiliar with the layout since she just moved in and was unsure where to find the kitchen.

Barclay’s villa was s p a c o u s, not too cluttered with rooms but still offering plenty of privacy. Each part of the house had its clear function, Moira felt as if she was lost in a maze when she walked through the halls.

Luckily, Moira found her way to the kitchen on her third attempt. She led Rose inside and said, “Ms. Graham, this is the kitchen. Take your time getting acquainted with it.” She felt her cheeks burning when speaking. After all, she had taken the wrong turn twice before.

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