Barclay cleared his throat, reaching out to lift her chin. "What are you apologizing for?"

"I made you miss your flight," she said, though it wasn't intentional.

"I'll make it. I'm leaving now. You stay put and wait for the doctor, okay?"

"Okay," she acquiesced.

She dared not say more, fearing any additional words might truly make Barclay miss his flight.

His thumb lightly brushed against her swollen knee for a moment before Barclay withdrew his hand.

Moira pursed her lips. "I'm really not moving. You should hurry and catch your plane."

"Yeah, call me if anything comes up."

Barclay rose to his feet, giving her one last glance before turning to leave.

As he did, Barclay coincidentally encountered Rose, who was preparing breakfast.

entering the villa. This wasn't the first time such a situation had arisen. Typically, Barclay would simply pass by her side. Barclay was aloof and not particularly fond

stopping after passing her. "Ms. Graham." It was the first time Rose had heard Barclay address her like that, and her heart skipped a beat. "Mr. Covington, what can I do for you?"

course,

gave a slight nod and then turned

words, Rose also became worried. When she saw Barclay leaving, she quickly turned and entered the villa. Inside the villa, Rose saw Moira sitting on the sofa, with the bruised knee she

my! Mrs. Covington, how did you manage

not daring to

she glanced at Rose. "I just bumped

At least she

will be here soon. Mrs. Covington, you stay seated here for how. Don't move, in

expected Barclay, who rarely spoke to Rose,

She touched it lightly, feeling the pain, yet strangely feeling a warm

Moira, you're really

Covington, did you

about to say she hadn't eaten when her stomach growled loudly,

"I'll go make breakfast. How about

feeling like

on the sofa. Moira looked at her phone on the table. After hesitating for a moment, she

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