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

instinctively looped her arm

often used this gesture to coax Aiken in the past, but Moira just wanted to hurry home without dwelling on it too

until Barclay gazed at her and slowly remarked, "Ms.

Moira remained puzzled.

her mistake, she quickly withdrew her hand as

stood there, momentarily at a loss for words.

also realized her slip of the tongue. How could such a dashing

Moira stood there as if her earlier drunkenness

her. "Let's

"Alright."

from uttering

they departed from the

as Moira didn't feel as groggy

the lights outside the

car left the

Glancing over, he noticed that Moira, who had just

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

his gaze away as the light turned green and smoothly guided the

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