As the car pulled out of the parking lot, the sky roared and raindrops the size of beans started to patter down.

Moira stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, holding her cup, and gazed at the dark expanse in the distance. She couldn't help but tut.

It looked like it was going to rain for the better part of the day.

After a moment of watching the rain, she finished her drink, refilled her cup at the table, and planned to head upstairs to continue practicing the piano.

But just then, she heard a noise from the foyer.

Moira paused and looked up to see Barclay walking in expressionless.

Instinctively, she called out, "Mr. Covington, you're back?"

Barclay glanced at her and then crossed the room, heading downstairs.

Moira blinked and felt that Barclay seemed a bit off today.

At that moment, Rose emerged from the kitchen. "Mrs. Covington, is Mr. Covington back?"

Moira nodded. "Yes, he's back."

"Should I prepare dinner earlier tonight?"

That was a good question!

Moira considered for a moment. "No need, you just need to stick to your usual schedule."

acknowledged and went back to

came in earlier. Sitting at the

in a rather bad

few days ago, I accidentally drank a drugged drink, and he even drove

for a while, Moira went back to her room and grabbed a

was her first time going down there. The basement was the entertainment area, with pool tables, table

Barclay was nowhere to be

must be on the lower

lower basement, finding it to be

she spotted Barclay sitting

he balanced a bottle of red wine on his bent right leg while his

wine

glass. , right

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an ease that suggested

before tentatively calling out,

lifted his head, a lingering hint of hostility in his gaze. "Do you drink?" he

was the first time Moira had

Barclay

She

handle

as agreeing.

but

for a moment, she decided not to retract

in his glass, then

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