As the car pulled out of the parking lot, the sky roared and raindrops the size of beans started to patter down.

Moira stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, holding her cup, and gazed at the dark expanse in the distance. She couldn't help but tut.

It looked like it was going to rain for the better part of the day.

After a moment of watching the rain, she finished her drink, refilled her cup at the table, and planned to head upstairs to continue practicing the piano.

But just then, she heard a noise from the foyer.

Moira paused and looked up to see Barclay walking in expressionless.

Instinctively, she called out, "Mr. Covington, you're back?"

Barclay glanced at her and then crossed the room, heading downstairs.

Moira blinked and felt that Barclay seemed a bit off today.

At that moment, Rose emerged from the kitchen. "Mrs. Covington, is Mr. Covington back?"

Moira nodded. "Yes, he's back."

prepare dinner

was a

a moment. "No need, you just

and went back to her tasks, leaving

about Barclay's demeanor when he came in earlier. Sitting at the piano, she

seemed to be in a rather bad

be right for me to be so indifferent. A few days ago, I accidentally drank a drugged drink, and he even drove me to the hospital in the middle

while, Moira went back to her room and grabbed a few candies, clutching them

down there. The basement was the entertainment area,

everywhere, but Barclay

must be on the lower basement

descended to the lower basement, finding it to be a wine

Barclay sitting on

against the wine cabinet, his long legs sprawled out, he balanced a bottle of red wine on his bent right leg while his left hand held the

drank with an ease that suggested it was as routine as drinking

for a moment before

lifted his head, a lingering hint of hostility in his gaze.

the first

she decided not to retract her words, walking

glass, then

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