"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 a brief

heard the sound of

pursed her lips and turned to

herself with the pieces and getting them all memorized. With such a

wouldn't do at

eyes were on the sheet music,

seventh mistake,

words in her dream

on top of it for a while, feeling a

best to consult Juliet, who may be single but had

sent a very gloomy

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

embarrassed and hesitant to explain. [I've

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

and deleted it. After a moment of consideration, she decided to be

so many years, Juliet immediately sensed that

in an

in guessing caught Moira

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

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