"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.

heard the sound of a car

to head upstairs to the piano

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

wouldn't do

Her eyes were on the sheet music, but her mind was

seventh mistake,

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

of it for a while, feeling

a time like this, it was best to consult Juliet, who may be

a very

a while, saw Moira's message and quickly typed back. [What's wrong,

to

so tangled up? Tell me about it,

type

previous night, but then hesitated

moment of consideration, she

be direct.

like someone

immediately sensed that something was off.

froze in

in guessing

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

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255