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 good

for a moment. "No need, you just need to stick to your

to her tasks,

he came in earlier. Sitting at the

to be in

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

went back to her room and grabbed a few candies, clutching them in her hand

basement was the entertainment area, with pool tables, table tennis,

but Barclay

be on the lower basement

the lower basement, finding it

down, she spotted Barclay sitting on the floor, sipping

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

with an ease that suggested it was

watched for a moment before tentatively calling out,

lingering hint of hostility in his gaze. "Do you drink?" he

the first time Moira

to retract her words, walking over and sitting

his glass, then extended it toward her. "Do you

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