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.

simply pass by her side. Barclay was aloof and not particularly fond of company, a fact Rose was well aware of. She

after passing her. "Ms. Graham." It was the first time Rose had heard Barclay address her like that, and her heart skipped a

repeatedly. "Of course, Mr. Covington, I

nod

the villa. Inside the villa, Rose saw Moira sitting on the sofa, with the bruised knee she hadn't even had a chance to

Covington, how did you manage

cautiously, not daring

at Rose. "I just bumped

serious. At

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

spoke to Rose, to give

gaze, looking at the bruise on her knee. She touched it lightly, feeling

really

Covington, did

her stomach growled loudly, making the

who chuckled. "I'll go

feeling like

the sofa. Moira looked at her phone on the table. After hesitating for a moment, she decided to share the embarrassing morning with

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