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.

falling down the stairs, so she

was surprisingly

an inexplicable joy as

to his room

had prepared dinner. "Mrs.

save half of the food for later? Barclay isn't feeling well.

today, and Rose could tell he wasn'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, Moira glanced out of the floor-to-ceiling window and saw that it was still

past ten in the evening when Moira finished showering and prepared to sleep. Suddenly, she remembered

at the door for almost ten seconds before it opened. Barclay had showered and was wearing a bathrobe, one hand holding the doorknob,

at him, feeling a bit

seemed to remember something. "Sorry, I was in

afternoon,Moira felt shy and quickly waved her hand. It's okay. I've offended you. It's only fair if you meet me once in

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

laughed nervously. "Are you

"A little."

should rest. I don't want to

some food for you. It's still warm in the pot downstairs.

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