"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."

gave her

the sound

turned to head

next week. Moira needed to make the most of her time, familiarizing herself with the pieces and getting them

do at

Her eyes were on the sheet

seventh mistake, Moira finally

was no way around it. Barclay's words in

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

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

a

and quickly typed back. [What's wrong, dear? This emoji

a bit embarrassed and hesitant to explain.

[What's got you so tangled up? Tell me about

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

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

in

guessing

even I couldn't help but like him involuntarily! If you like him, just go for it. What's there to be

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