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."

back to her tasks, leaving

Barclay's demeanor when he came in earlier. Sitting at the

in a rather bad

same roof. It wouldn't be right for me to be so indifferent. A few days ago, I accidentally drank a

and grabbed a

first time going down there. The basement was

Barclay was nowhere to be

that case, Barclay must be on the

basement, finding it to be a

she spotted Barclay sitting on the floor,

against the wine cabinet, his long legs sprawled out, he balanced a bottle of red wine on his bent

wine

glass. , right

зим

with an ease that suggested it

a moment before

his head, a lingering hint of hostility in his gaze. "Do you

first

Barclay

She

Ant handle alcohol well,

out as

but

for a moment, she decided not to retract

glass, then extended it

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