"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

and turned to head upstairs to the piano

the pieces and getting them all memorized. With such a grand concert stage, she couldn't just bring

wouldn't do at

wasn't cooperating. Her eyes were on the sheet music,

seventh mistake,

no way around it. Barclay's words in her dream

lid and lay on top of it for a while, feeling a knot in her stomach. Eventually, she reached for

it was best to consult Juliet, who may be single but had plenty of experience in matters of

sent a very

and quickly typed back. [What's wrong,

felt a bit embarrassed and hesitant to

Tell me about it, and I'll

type

the previous night, but then hesitated and deleted it.

moment of consideration, she

to be

like someone

immediately sensed that something was off.

froze in an

guessing

involuntarily! If you like

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