"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."

hand. Barclay gave her a brief nod

Moira heard the sound of

her lips and turned to head upstairs to the piano

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

wouldn't do at

on the sheet music, but her mind was

mistake, Moira finally gave

it. Barclay's words in her dream had too much

the piano lid and lay on top of it for a while, feeling

who may be single but had plenty of experience in matters of the

a very gloomy

finished her work and prepared to relax for a while, saw Moira's message and quickly typed back. [What's wrong, dear? This

to explain. [I've

Tell me about it, and I'll

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

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

froze in

guessing caught

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

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