"Is that so?"

Barclay grabbed a damp tissue, leisurely wiping his hands.

Moira felt her hand tremble beneath her as she heard his words.

"Yeah," she said with a chuckle. "Mr. Covington, you go on to work. Sometimes I just don't have much of an appetite."

Barclay looked at her for a moment. "Okay."

He didn't press further, rising from the table and leaving.

He took a couple of steps before halting, then turned back to glance at Moira, who seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. "Thanks for yesterday afternoon," he said.

"It's a trifle. Never mind."

She was the one who needed more help than he did.

Barclay shifted his gaze away and turned to head upstairs.

Soon enough, Moira saw him descending, his tie neatly done.

"Take care, Mr. Covington."

Moira waved her hand. Barclay gave her a brief nod before exiting.

later, Moira heard the sound of a car

and turned to

make the most of her time, familiarizing herself with the pieces and

do

cooperating. Her eyes were on the

mistake,

around it. Barclay's words in her dream had

it for a while, feeling a knot in her stomach. Eventually,

a time like this, it was best to consult Juliet, who may be single but had plenty

a

message and quickly typed back. [What's wrong, dear? This emoji doesn't quite match the blissful married life you're supposed to be

a bit embarrassed and hesitant to explain. [I've

[What's got you so tangled up? Tell me about it, and I'll help you sort it

type out

then hesitated and deleted it. After

moment of consideration, she

be

Barclay would like someone

for so many years, Juliet immediately sensed that something was off. [You've developed

in

in guessing caught

even I couldn't help but like him involuntarily! If you like him, just

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