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

pretense, she instinctively looped her arm around

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

until Barclay gazed at her and slowly remarked, "Ms. Jimenez, please refrain from trying

Moira remained puzzled.

her mistake, she quickly withdrew her hand as if

there, momentarily at a loss for words. "I'm sorry, I

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

embarrassed, Moira stood there as if her earlier drunkenness had

her. "Let's

"Alright."

refraining from

time they departed from the hospital,

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

lights outside the car window, her

as the car left the

at an intersection. Glancing over, he noticed that Moira, who had just moments ago warned him against flirting,

smile flickered in his dark eyes, punctuating the silence with

shifted his gaze away as the light turned

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