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.

often used this gesture to coax Aiken in the past, but Moira just

remarked, "Ms. Jimenez, please refrain from trying to seduce

Moira remained puzzled.

withdrew her hand as if

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

How could such

as if her earlier

glanced at her. "Let's go

"Alright."

from uttering another

they departed from the

as Moira didn't feel as groggy when she settled into the car. Instead, a wave of drowsiness

lights outside the car window,

as the car

a red light just after turning at

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

asleep.

dark eyes, punctuating the silence with the deep rumble

away as the light turned green and smoothly

to the garage, Moira slumbered deeply in the passenger

as he gently placed her on the bed. His gaze lingered upon her, still adorned in the evening gown from

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