"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 nod before

sound of a car

turned to head upstairs to the

next week. Moira needed to make the most of her time, familiarizing herself with the pieces and getting them all memorized. With such a grand concert stage, she couldn't just bring sheet music

do

cooperating. Her eyes were on the sheet music, but

seventh mistake, Moira

words in her

piano lid and lay on top of it for a while, feeling a knot in her

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

a very gloomy

while, saw Moira's message and quickly typed back. [What's

to explain. [I've encountered a

got you so tangled up? Tell me about it, and I'll help

type out her dream from the previous night, but then hesitated and deleted it. After a moment of consideration, she

for so many years, Juliet immediately sensed that something was off. [You've

froze in

guessing caught Moira

[It's actually quite normal. I mean, even I couldn't help but like him involuntarily! If you like him, just go for it. What's there to be so tangled

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255