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.

to coax Aiken in the past, but Moira just wanted to hurry home

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

Moira remained puzzled.

quickly withdrew her hand

at a loss for words.

also realized her slip of the tongue. How could such a dashing man be willing to be

her earlier

her.

"Alright."

refraining from uttering another

the time they departed from the hospital,

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

lights outside the car window, her

as the car left

light just after turning at an intersection.

who had just moments ago warned him against flirting, was already

asleep.

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

light turned green and smoothly guided

returning to the garage, Moira slumbered deeply in

her on the bed. His gaze lingered upon her, still adorned in the evening gown from the earlier party Though

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