Moira sat on the ground for a while and realized that it had been quite some time since they came down. If they didn't head back up soon, Rose would probably start to worry. But Barclay was drunk...

Moira leaned against the wine cabinet behind her and stood up, looking down at Barclay still seated there. "Mr. Covington, shall we go upstairs?"

Barclay heard her words, lifted his head, and gazed at her for a moment. "Why should we go upstairs?"

'Listen! Is this something regular Barclay would ask?' Moira thought helplessly.

"We're going upstairs to eat," she said and reached out to pull him up.

With her assistance, he got to his feet. "I have no appetite."

'Of course, you don't. You're drunk!' she thought.

"Then shall we go upstairs to rest?"

He furrowed his brow and seriously considered her suggestion.

After about five seconds, he nodded.

the stairs,

was

joy as

upstairs to his room and

"Mrs. Covington, dinner is

food for

Without questioning Moira's words, Rose went back to the kitchen, divided the meal in half, and brought out one portion. After dinner, Moira glanced out of the floor-to-ceiling window and saw that it was

Moira finished showering and prepared to sleep. Suddenly, she remembered Barclay, who had been drunk

opened. Barclay had showered and was wearing a bathrobe, one

feeling a bit awkward.

then seemed to remember something. "Sorry, I was in a bad

waved her hand. It's okay. I've offended you. It's only fair if

Moira saw Barclay's face relax into a smile.

nervously. "Are

"A little."

looked at her. "You should rest. I don't want to trouble you. I'll just go downstairs and

some

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