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."

I prepare

a good

you just

and went back to her

about Barclay's demeanor when he came in earlier. Sitting at the piano, she couldn't

to be in a rather

the very least, we share the same roof. It wouldn't 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 of the night!"

and grabbed a few candies, clutching them in

was the entertainment area, with pool tables,

looked around everywhere, but Barclay

be

basement, finding

spotted Barclay sitting on the

long legs sprawled out, he balanced a bottle of red wine on his bent right leg

suggested it was as routine as drinking

watched for a moment before

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

first

she decided not to retract her words, walking over

glass, then extended it toward

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