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

looped her arm around Barclay's, urging him

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

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

Moira remained puzzled.

she quickly withdrew

already flushed cheeks instantly burned hotter, and Moira stood there, momentarily at a loss for words. "I'm sorry,

such

Moira stood there as if her earlier drunkenness had evaporated,

glanced at her. "Let's

"Alright."

from

departed from the

the fuss had exhausted her excess energy, as Moira didn't feel as groggy when she settled into the car. Instead, a wave of drowsiness washed over

glanced at the lights outside the car window, her eyelids

car left

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

eyes, punctuating the

gaze away as the light

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