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."

went back to her tasks,

came in earlier. Sitting at the piano, she couldn't

to be in a rather

for me to be so indifferent. A few days ago, I accidentally drank a

her room and grabbed a few candies, clutching them

basement was the entertainment area, with

everywhere, but Barclay was

must be on the lower

finding it to be a

Barclay sitting

a bottle of red wine on his bent right leg

wine

glass. , right

зим

drank with an ease that suggested it was

before tentatively calling out,

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

the first time

Barclay

this. She meant

handle alcohol well,

as agreeing.

but

she decided not to retract her

wine in his glass, then extended

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