"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 engine

pursed her lips and turned to head upstairs to the piano

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

do at

cooperating. Her eyes were on the sheet music,

the seventh mistake, Moira finally gave

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

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

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

sent a very gloomy

work and prepared 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

embarrassed and hesitant to explain.

up? Tell me about

type

but then hesitated and deleted

moment of consideration, she

be direct.

Barclay would like

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

in an

guessing caught Moira

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

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