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 dinner

was a good

need, you just need to stick

to

he came in

seemed to be in a

the same roof. It wouldn't be right for me to be so indifferent. A few days ago, I

room and grabbed a few candies, clutching them in her

going down there. The basement was the entertainment area, with pool tables, table tennis,

around everywhere, but Barclay was nowhere

be on

descended to the lower basement, finding

Barclay sitting on the

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

suggested it was as

moment before tentatively

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

the first time Moira

decided not to retract her words, walking over and

wine in his glass, then extended

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