Chapter 9


    Two hourster, Moira sat beside Bary, looking incredulously at the marriage license in her hand.


    It was hers and Bary Covington''s name on the license. Wow.


    How did she end up getting a marriage license with Bary when all she wanted to do was


    apologize to him and exin everything sincerely?


    How she felt now wasplex. She pursed her lips and tilted her head to look at Bary on the


    side.


    She had heard of the name Bary Covington for years. Never had she ever thought that this name


    would be on the same marriage license as her name.


    Moira''s mind was still messed up when the car stopped outside her vi.


    "Mrs. Covington, you seem dissatisfied with our picture," said Bary in a low voice.


    Moira came back to her senses. Her hand trembled when she heard him call her Mrs. Covington.


    The marriage license fell on Bary''s leather shoes.


    He leaned over, picked up the marriage license, and handed it to her. "So, I was right."


    Moira nced at Bary in embarrassment. "Don''t be ridiculous. I like it."


    Moira looked at the photo on the marriage license. The two of them together were not as weird as


    she thought.


    The photographer had asked her to smile during the photo shoot earlier, and with her mind empty,


    she subconsciously smiled.


    Moira had a pair of beautiful eyes. When she smiled, they were bright and sparkling. Also, her smile


    made Bary''s angr face look not so distant. Anyway, they looked like a real couple in the photo.


    "Sure," answered Bary. He got off the car, walked to her side, and leaned down to carry her out.


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    He had been carrying her for the whole morning. Moira kind of got used to it. She wrapped one arm


    around his neck, the other holding the marriage license.


    Bary carried her all the way to her room and put her in her wheelchair. When he was


    straightening up, he halted at her eye level and looked at her from a distance of half a fist.


    Moira felt her face burning and looked away. "You should get to your business, Mr. Covington," she


    said.


    "One week." His dark eyes flickered. He straightened up, looked down at her, and added, "I''lle


    and take you home in one week, Mrs. Covington."


    Moira''s eyes widened. Seeing he was leaving, she hurriedly reached out to grab his sleeve. But she


    was too fast and held his index finger instead.


    Moira hastily pulled back her hand and curled her fingers. "I''m sorry," she said.


    Bary looked down at his index finger that had been pulled over, said nothing, and left.


    Moira was tortured by what he said about taking her home in one week. She felt Bary was doing


    it on purpose. She made such a rude and outrageous request, and now he started to take revenge


    on her.


    She hadn''t told Aiken about this.


    When Juliet made the video call, Moira was not in the mood to eat anymore, and she directly


    dropped her fork, picked up her cell phone, and moved her wheelchair over to the sofa.


    "Moira, did you have dinner?" Juliet asked.


    "Yeah. A bit."


    Moira paused, ready to confess to Juliet about her marriage with Bary. But before she could


    continue, she saw Juliet gritting her teeth. Juliet growled. "What a bitch! ire deserves more than


    one p. But she will taste the medicine of her own. Alfie, this jerk..."


    At first, Moira thought Juliet was still angry about what happened yesterday morning, but the more


    she heard, the more weird she felt.