Moira sat on the ground for a while and realized that it had been quite some time since they came down. If they didn't head back up soon, Rose would probably start to worry. But Barclay was drunk...

Moira leaned against the wine cabinet behind her and stood up, looking down at Barclay still seated there. "Mr. Covington, shall we go upstairs?"

Barclay heard her words, lifted his head, and gazed at her for a moment. "Why should we go upstairs?"

'Listen! Is this something regular Barclay would ask?' Moira thought helplessly.

"We're going upstairs to eat," she said and reached out to pull him up.

With her assistance, he got to his feet. "I have no appetite."

'Of course, you don't. You're drunk!' she thought.

"Then shall we go upstairs to rest?"

He furrowed his brow and seriously considered her suggestion.

After about five seconds, he nodded.

Moira was worried about Barclay falling down the stairs, so she led him to the elevator.

Drunk Barclay was surprisingly compliant.

an inexplicable joy as

his room

had prepared dinner. "Mrs.

the food for later? Barclay

early today, and Rose could tell he wasn't in a good mood. Without questioning Moira's words, Rose went back to the kitchen, divided the meal in half, and brought out one portion. After dinner, Moira glanced

in the evening when Moira finished showering and prepared to sleep. Suddenly, she remembered Barclay, who had been drunk earlier. She hesitated for a moment before getting up and knocking on the master

ten seconds before it opened. Barclay had showered and was wearing a bathrobe,

a bit

something. "Sorry, I was in a bad mood this

kiss in the

е

and quickly waved her hand. It's okay. I've offended you It's only fair if

AQUE

in a

as she finished speaking, Moira saw Barclay's face

laughed nervously. "Are you

"A little."

to trouble you. I'll just go downstairs and make

knew he had

she quickly

save some food

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