Barclay scrutinized her for a moment. "Is it truly that agonizing?"

Moira hesitated, pondering the unexpected question.

Was this really about discomfort?

Turning her head away, Moira shut her eyes, feigning sleep.

Yet he remained seated so near, his presence permeated with the refreshing scent of wood, tempting her to lean closer.

Moira found herself torn between rationality and morality, finally glimpsing a ray of hope: her blood test results were finally available!

All the metrics in the report came back to normal.

Moira swiftly rose from her seat. "Mr. Covington, let's head for home!"

Home, where she could count ten thousand sheep if necessary.

"Perhaps we ought to seek the doctor's advice," he proposed.

Recalling the doctor's enigmatic stare, Moira lacked the courage to face him again.

head home without further

her arm around Barclay's, urging him

gesture to coax Aiken in the past, but Moira just wanted

remarked, "Ms. Jimenez, please refrain from trying

Moira remained puzzled.

her mistake, she quickly withdrew her hand

burned hotter, and Moira stood there, momentarily at a loss for words. "I'm sorry, I

could such a dashing man be willing to be mistaken for

embarrassed, Moira stood there as if her earlier drunkenness had evaporated,

glanced at her. "Let's go

"Alright."

nodded, refraining from uttering

the hospital, an

as groggy when she settled into the car.

at the lights outside the car window, her eyelids growing

the car left the

an intersection. Glancing over, he noticed

smile flickered in his dark eyes, punctuating the silence with the deep rumble of

the light turned green and

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