"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 brief

heard the sound

to head upstairs to

time, familiarizing herself with the pieces and getting them all memorized. With such a grand concert stage,

do at

cooperating. Her eyes were on the sheet

mistake,

in

of it for a while, feeling a knot in her stomach. Eventually, she reached for

a time like this, it was best to consult Juliet, who may

a very gloomy

to relax for a while, saw Moira's message and quickly typed back. [What's wrong, dear? This emoji doesn't quite match the blissful married life you're supposed

to explain. [I've

replied: [What's got you so tangled up? Tell me about it, and I'll

night, but then hesitated and deleted it. After a moment of consideration, she decided to be direct. [Juliet, dol.net think

Juliet immediately sensed that something was off.

in an

in guessing

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