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

instinctively looped her arm around

past, but

slowly remarked, "Ms. Jimenez, please

Moira remained puzzled.

she quickly withdrew her

burned hotter, and Moira stood there, momentarily at a loss

could such

her earlier drunkenness had evaporated, leaving only embarrassment

glanced at her. "Let's

"Alright."

nodded, refraining from uttering

from the hospital,

as Moira didn't feel as groggy

glanced at the lights outside

as the car

an intersection. Glancing over, he noticed that Moira, who had just moments ago

dark eyes, punctuating the silence with the

away as the light turned

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