"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 engine

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

wouldn't do at

cooperating. Her eyes were on the

seventh mistake, Moira

around it. Barclay's words in her dream had too much of an

on top of it for a while, feeling a knot in

who may be single but had plenty of experience in matters of the

sent a very gloomy

saw Moira's message and quickly typed

bit embarrassed and hesitant to explain.

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

type

previous night, but then hesitated and

moment of consideration, she

be

like someone like

Juliet immediately sensed that something was off. [You've developed feelings

froze in an

accuracy in guessing

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

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