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

looped her arm around Barclay's, urging him

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

wasn't until Barclay gazed at her and slowly remarked, "Ms. Jimenez, please

Moira remained puzzled.

withdrew her hand as

momentarily at a loss for words.

the tongue. How could such a dashing man

her earlier drunkenness had

her. "Let's go

"Alright."

refraining from uttering another

the hospital, an hour it had

fuss had exhausted her excess energy, as Moira didn't feel as groggy

Moira glanced at the lights outside the car window, her eyelids

as the car left

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

punctuating the silence

his gaze away as the light turned green and smoothly guided

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