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.

"Let's head home without further delay!"

Abandoning all pretense, she instinctively looped her arm around Barclay's, urging him along.

but Moira just wanted to hurry

remarked, "Ms. Jimenez, please

Moira remained puzzled.

her mistake, she quickly withdrew her

already flushed cheeks instantly burned hotter, and Moira stood there, momentarily at a loss for

slip of the tongue. How could such a dashing man

if her earlier drunkenness had

her. "Let's go

"Alright."

refraining from uttering another

from the

Moira didn't feel as groggy when she

at the lights outside the car window, her eyelids growing

car left

red light just after turning at an intersection.

moments ago warned him

asleep.

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

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

garage, Moira slumbered

room, where Moira remained still as he gently placed her on the bed. His gaze lingered upon her, still adorned in the evening gown from the earlier party Though he had

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