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.

joy as

directly upstairs to his room and then went back

had prepared dinner. "Mrs.

of the food for later? Barclay isn't feeling well.

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

went upstairs to their room. It was past ten in the evening when Moira finished showering and prepared to sleep. Suddenly, she remembered Barclay,

it opened. Barclay had showered and was wearing a bathrobe, one hand holding the doorknob, the

him, feeling a bit awkward. "Are you

to remember something. "Sorry, I was in a bad mood this afternoon and got

the kiss in the

е

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

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once in

Moira saw Barclay's face relax into a

nervously. "Are

"A little."

rest. I don't want to trouble you. I'll just go downstairs

he

quickly intervened.

some food

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