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

she instinctively looped her arm around Barclay's, urging

but Moira just wanted to hurry

slowly remarked, "Ms. Jimenez, please refrain

Moira remained puzzled.

withdrew her

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

the tongue. How could such a dashing man be

there as if her earlier drunkenness had evaporated, leaving only embarrassment

at her. "Let's go

"Alright."

nodded, refraining from

the time they departed from the hospital, an hour it had

energy, as Moira didn't feel as groggy when she settled into

outside the car window, her

as the car left

halted at a red light just after turning at an intersection. Glancing over, he noticed that Moira, who

his dark eyes, punctuating the

his gaze away as the light

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