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 earlier

was a good

a moment. "No need, you just need

acknowledged and went back to her

came in

seemed to be in

be right for me to be so indifferent. A few days ago, I accidentally drank a

struggling for a while, Moira went back to her room and grabbed a few candies, clutching them in her hand as she

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

but Barclay was

Barclay must be on

lower basement, finding it to be

stepped down, she spotted Barclay sitting on the floor, sipping

a bottle of red wine on his bent right leg while his left hand held the

an ease that suggested it was as routine

a moment before

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

first

for a moment, she decided not to retract her words, walking over and

in his glass, then

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