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.

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

time Rose had heard Barclay address her like that, and her heart skipped

repeatedly. "Of course, Mr. Covington, I

slight nod

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

Covington, how did you manage to

approached cautiously, not daring to touch

looked embarrassed as she glanced at Rose. "I

serious. At least

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

hadn't expected Barclay, who rarely spoke to Rose, to give her instructions for such a

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

Moira, you're really falling hard,'

did you have

was about to say she hadn't eaten when her stomach growled loudly, making the situation even more

who chuckled. "I'll go make breakfast.

Moira replied, feeling like she just wanted

headed to the kitchen, leaving Moira alone on the sofa. Moira looked at her phone on the table. After hesitating for a moment, she decided to share

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