"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

Moira heard the sound of a car

to head upstairs to the

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 couldn't

do

were on the

the seventh mistake, Moira finally

it. Barclay's words in her

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

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

a

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 match the blissful married life you're supposed

a bit embarrassed and hesitant to explain.

so tangled up? Tell me about

started to type out her dream from the previous night, but then hesitated and deleted it. After a moment of

for so many years, Juliet immediately sensed that something was

froze in

guessing caught Moira

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

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255