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

a

need, you just need to

and went back to her

he came in

seemed to be in a rather bad

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

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

down there. The basement was the entertainment area, with pool

everywhere, but Barclay was nowhere to

case, Barclay must be

to the lower basement, finding it to be a

stepped down, she spotted Barclay sitting on the

he balanced a bottle of red wine on his

drank with an ease that suggested

a moment before tentatively calling

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

first time Moira

not to retract

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

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