In a sudden gaze, Moira was utterly bewildered.

'He was asleep, wasn't he? How did he suddenly open his eyes?' Her mind went blank for a moment, but her ears and face reacted swiftly, flushing crimson.

Moira felt like her whole face was on fire. She looked at Barclay for what seemed like ages before stammering, "Weren't you asleep?" "No," he replied.

'He wasn't asleep? Does that mean Barclay knows everything I did just now?' This realization made Moira want to flee, but she couldn't.

Barclay's hand was still clasped around her wrist, and as she attempted to pull away, he only tightened his grip.

The next moment, Moira heard Barclay's deep voice questioning. "What were you doing just now, Ms. Jimenez?"

Facing Barclay's interrogation, Moira's mind went blank, and she looked at him in embarrassment. "I think I might be drunk, Mr. Covington."

'Yes! I'll say I'm drunk! Drunk people aren't in their right minds! I didn't mean to!' she thought desperately.

Barclay looked at her, his eyebrows raised slightly, seeming somewhat incredulous. "Really?"

To prove her point about being drunk, Moira grabbed Barclay's hand and pressed it against her cheek. "Feel it. It's hot."

cheek, his eyes flickering. He lightly traced her cheek with his thumb. "Hmm, it does

drunk, I tend to get

and raised an eyebrow. "And how exactly

her hand and placed it near his

of weird fetish? Why did he enjoy having people touch him randomly?' Moira's hand was held, and the heat on her face intensified compared to before. Barclay continued to gaze at her as

roasted on a spit, with the fire already singeing her wool. If she didn't act quickly, she'd end up fully

I'll just touch him. After all, I already

index finger trembled as she approached his

light touch, she recoiled as if shocked and pulled her hand back. "That's how I

does it?" Barclay looked at her, his eyes deep

crying. She regretted her earlier lustful thoughts and regretted even more her cowardice

more, and eventually, the truth would always

mind was blank. She couldn't think of a

should just run?' she

she hesitated about making a run for it, Barclay suddenly spoke up, "You

paused for a moment, then continued, "Well, let me

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