"Is that so?"

Barclay grabbed a damp tissue, leisurely wiping his hands.

Moira felt her hand tremble beneath her as she heard his words.

"Yeah," she said with a chuckle. "Mr. Covington, you go on to work. Sometimes I just don't have much of an appetite."

Barclay looked at her for a moment. "Okay."

He didn't press further, rising from the table and leaving.

He took a couple of steps before halting, then turned back to glance at Moira, who seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. "Thanks for yesterday afternoon," he said.

"It's a trifle. Never mind."

She was the one who needed more help than he did.

Barclay shifted his gaze away and turned to head upstairs.

Soon enough, Moira saw him descending, his tie neatly done.

"Take care, Mr. Covington."

her hand. Barclay gave her a

the sound of

her lips and turned to head upstairs to the

was coming up next week. Moira needed to make the most of her time, familiarizing herself with the pieces and getting them all memorized. With

do at

cooperating. Her eyes were on the

the seventh mistake, Moira

words in her dream had

and lay on top of it for a while, feeling a knot in her stomach. Eventually, she reached for

was best to consult Juliet, who may be single but had

sent a

Moira's message and quickly typed back.

and hesitant to explain. [I've encountered a really

up? Tell me about it, and I'll

and deleted it. After a moment of consideration, she decided to be direct. [Juliet,

Moira for so many years, Juliet immediately sensed that something was off.

in

guessing

I mean, even I couldn't help but like him involuntarily! If you like him, just go

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