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.

home

all pretense, she instinctively looped her arm

to coax Aiken in the past, but Moira just wanted to hurry home without

at her and slowly remarked, "Ms. Jimenez, please refrain

Moira remained puzzled.

quickly withdrew

Moira stood there, momentarily at a loss for words. "I'm sorry, I mistook you for Aiken."

the tongue. How could such a dashing man be willing to be mistaken for

Moira stood there as if her earlier drunkenness

glanced at her.

"Alright."

from uttering

departed from the hospital, an hour it had

feel as groggy when she settled into the car. Instead, a wave

Moira glanced at the lights outside the car

the car left

he noticed that Moira, who had just moments ago warned him against flirting,

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

his gaze away as the light turned green and

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