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.

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

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

Moira remained puzzled.

quickly withdrew her hand as

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

realized her slip of the tongue. How could such a

incredibly embarrassed, Moira stood there as if her earlier drunkenness had evaporated,

glanced at her. "Let's go

"Alright."

from uttering

time they departed from the hospital, an hour it had

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

outside

as the car

halted at a red light just

had just moments ago warned him against flirting, was already

asleep.

in his dark eyes, punctuating the silence with the deep

light turned green and smoothly guided the

returning to the garage, Moira slumbered

adorned in the evening gown from the earlier

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