"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

the sound of

to head upstairs to

coming up 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

do at

mind wasn't cooperating. Her eyes were on

mistake, Moira finally gave

Barclay's words in her dream had

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

a time like this, it was best to consult Juliet, who may be single but had plenty of experience in matters of the

a very gloomy

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

to explain. [I've

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

from the previous night, but then hesitated and deleted it. After a moment of consideration, she decided to be

immediately sensed that

froze in an

accuracy in guessing

quite normal. I mean, even I couldn't help but like him involuntarily!

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