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.

was worried about Barclay falling down the stairs, so she

Barclay was surprisingly

felt an inexplicable joy as she held

took him directly upstairs to his room and then went back

"Mrs. Covington, dinner

for later? Barclay isn't

in a good mood. Without questioning Moira's words, Rose went back to the kitchen, divided the meal in half, and brought out one portion. After dinner,

to sleep. Suddenly, she remembered Barclay, who had been drunk earlier. She hesitated for a moment

before it opened. Barclay had showered and was wearing a bathrobe, one hand holding the doorknob,

at him, feeling a bit awkward. "Are you

"Sorry, I was

of the kiss in the afternoon,Moira felt shy and quickly waved her hand. It's okay. I've offended you.

she finished speaking, Moira saw Barclay's face relax into a smile. "Ms. Jimenez, you're quite

nervously. "Are you

"A little."

I don't want to trouble you. I'll just go

knew he had misunderstood, so she quickly intervened. "I asked Rose to save some food for you. It's still warm

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