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.

first time such a situation had arisen. Typically, Barclay would simply pass by her side. Barclay was aloof and not particularly

had heard Barclay address her like that, and her

"Of course, Mr.

slight nod and then turned

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 hadn't even had a chance to pull her pant leg

my! Mrs. Covington, how did you manage to hurt yourself so

cautiously, not daring to touch

glanced at Rose. "I

serious. At least she

Covington just informed me that the family doctor will be here soon. Mrs. Covington, you stay seated

spoke to Rose, to give her

gaze, looking at the bruise on her knee. She touched it lightly, feeling the pain, yet strangely feeling a

Moira, you're really falling hard,' she

did you have

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

at Rose, who chuckled. "I'll go

good," Moira replied, feeling like she just wanted

kitchen, leaving Moira alone on the sofa. Moira looked at her phone on

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