"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.

Moira heard the sound of a car

turned to head upstairs to

concert was coming up next week. Moira needed to make the most of her time, familiarizing herself with the pieces and getting them all memorized. With such a grand concert stage, she couldn't just bring

wouldn't do at

cooperating. Her eyes were on the sheet music, but

mistake,

Barclay's words in her dream had too much of

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

to consult Juliet, who may be single but had plenty of experience in matters of the

sent a

to relax for a while, saw Moira's message and quickly typed back. [What's wrong, dear? This emoji doesn't quite match the blissful married life

hesitant to explain. [I've encountered a really

tangled up? Tell me about it, and I'll help you

to type out her

night, but then

moment of consideration, she

be direct. [Juliet,

would like someone

for so many years, Juliet immediately sensed that something

in an

guessing caught Moira off

couldn't help but like him involuntarily! If you like him, just go for it. What's there

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