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 without further

looped her arm around

Aiken in the past, but Moira just wanted to hurry

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

Moira remained puzzled.

her mistake, she quickly withdrew her hand

instantly burned hotter, and Moira stood there, momentarily at a loss for words.

her slip of the tongue. How could such a dashing man be willing to be mistaken

incredibly embarrassed, Moira stood there as if her earlier drunkenness

her.

"Alright."

refraining from

departed from the hospital, an

energy, as Moira didn't feel as groggy when she settled into the car. Instead,

lights outside the

car

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

dark eyes, punctuating

away as the light turned green and

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