"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

heard the sound of a car

to head

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

wouldn't do at

were on the sheet

mistake, Moira

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

of it for a while, feeling a knot in her

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

sent a very gloomy

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

a bit embarrassed and hesitant to explain. [I've

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

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

years, Juliet immediately sensed that something was off. [You've developed

in

guessing caught Moira off

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

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