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.

past, but Moira just wanted to

remarked,

Moira remained puzzled.

mistake, she quickly withdrew her hand as

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

her slip of the tongue. How could such a dashing man

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

at her. "Let's go

"Alright."

from

the time they departed from the hospital, an hour

had exhausted her excess energy, as Moira didn't feel as groggy when she settled into

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

as the car left

just

just moments ago warned him

asleep.

wry smile flickered in his dark eyes, punctuating

the light turned

Moira slumbered deeply in the passenger

her, still adorned in the evening gown from the earlier party Though he had initially planned

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