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 hurry

wasn't until Barclay gazed at her and slowly remarked, "Ms. Jimenez, please refrain from trying to

Moira remained puzzled.

withdrew her hand as

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

could such a dashing man be

her earlier drunkenness had evaporated, leaving only

her.

"Alright."

from uttering another

the time they departed from the hospital, an

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

lights outside the car

as the car left

red light just

just moments ago

asleep.

smile flickered in his dark eyes, punctuating

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

the garage, Moira slumbered

in the evening gown from

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