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

pretense, she instinctively looped her arm around Barclay's, urging

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

slowly remarked, "Ms. Jimenez, please refrain from trying

Moira remained puzzled.

mistake, she quickly withdrew her hand as

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

tongue. How could such a dashing man be willing to

incredibly embarrassed, Moira stood there as if her earlier drunkenness had evaporated, leaving only embarrassment

at her.

"Alright."

from uttering

they departed from the

groggy

the lights outside the car window, her

the car left

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

eyes, punctuating the silence with the deep

light turned green

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