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, leaving

came in earlier. Sitting at the piano, she

seemed to be in a

to be so indifferent. A few days ago, I accidentally drank a drugged drink, and he even drove me to the hospital in the

and grabbed

The basement was the

looked around everywhere, but Barclay

must be on the lower basement

basement, finding it to

stepped down, she spotted Barclay sitting on the floor, sipping

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

wine

glass. , right

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suggested it was as routine as drinking

before tentatively calling out,

a lingering hint of hostility in his gaze.

was the first time Moira had

Barclay

this. She

Ant handle alcohol well,

as

but

retract her words, walking over

then extended

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