"I forgot to ask what you'd like as a business trip gift," Moira said.

Moira hesitated, initially thinking to decline, but then recalled Barclay mentioning Linden picking out gifts for his girlfriend last time, realizing she had to accept this business trip gift. After a brief pause, she replied, "Mango candies, can I?"

Barclay looked at her, a slight smile playing on his lips. "Are you a big fan of those?"

Moira chuckled nervously. "I just want to taste mango candies from different places." "Alright then."

Moira couldn't help but feel Barclay's tone was oddly gentle and indulgent.

'Oh no, I am starting to fall for it,' she wondered.

That night, Moira dreamt of mango-flavored everything.

The next morning, as the alarm clock buzzed, she opened her eyes, staring at the familiar ceiling, only then realizing it was all a dream.

But it felt so real!

Moira buried her face in her hands and remembered the lingering kiss from her dream, her heart pounding faster with each passing moment.

for it, turned it off, and sat on the edge

as his nominal wife,

was at nine in the morning, meaning he

getting up so early, she couldn't stop yawning even after finishing her morning routine. But Barclay seemed energetic and lively. Moira had no idea what time she had gone to bed last

are you up so early?" Barclay

replied, yawning, her eyes glistening with

Rose didn't have time to come and make breakfast, so Linden had

be up so early. There was only one

her hand dismissively. "I'm not hungry. I'll go back to bed

looked at Barclay. "Mr. Covington, are we

half-asleep, Moira blurted out the

her and raised

she

breakfast quickly, and noticing her continuous yawning, he suggested she go back

head. "No, I can't. You'll be do for seven days. you off properly, Imight get

spoke,

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