Chapter 233
As the car pulled out of the parking lot, the sky roared and raindrops the size of beans started to patter down.
Moira stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, holding her cup, and gazed at the dark expanse in the distance. She couldn''t help but tut.
It looked like it was going to rain for the better part of the day.Content bel0ngs to N?vel(D)r/a/ma.Org.
After a moment of watching the rain, she finished her drink, refilled her cup at the table, and nned to head upstairs to continue practicing the piano. But just then, she heard a noise from the foyer.
Moira paused and looked up to see Bary walking in expressionless.
Instinctively, she called out, "Mr. Covington, you''re back?"
Bary nced at her and then crossed the room, heading downstairs.
Moira blinked and felt that Bary seemed a bit off today.
At that moment, Rose emerged from the kitchen. "Mrs. Covington, is Mr. Covington back?"
Moira nodded. "Yes, he''s back."
"Should I prepare dinner earlier tonight?"
That was a good question!
Moira considered for a moment. "No need, you just need to stick to your usual schedule."
Rose acknowledged and went back to her tasks, leaving Moira alone.
Moira thought about Bary''s demeanor when he came in earlier. Sitting at the piano, she couldn''t concentrate.
Bary seemed to be in a rather bad mood...
"At the very least, we share the same roof. It wouldn''t be right for me to be so indifferent. A few days ago, I identally drank a drugged drink, and he even drove me to the hospital in the middle of the night!" Moira thought.
After struggling for a while, Moira went back to her room and grabbed a few candies, clutching them in her hand as she headed downstairs.
It was her first time going down there. The basement was the entertainment area, with pool tables, table tennis, and audio-visual entertainment.
She looked around everywhere, but Bary was nowhere to be found.
In that case, Bary must be on the lower basement level.
Moira descended to the lower basement, finding it to be a wine cer.
As she stepped down, she spotted Bary sitting on the floor, sipping wine.
Leaning against the wine cab, his long legs sprawled out, he bnced a bottle of red wine on his bent right leg while his left hand held the wine ss.
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He drank with an ease that suggested it was as routine as drinking water.
Moira watched for a moment before tentatively calling out, "Mr. Covington."
Bary lifted his head, a lingering hint of hostility in his gaze. "Do you drink?" he asked.
It was the first time Moira had seen
Bary like this. She meant to save
kehandle alcohol well, but
it came out as agreeing. "Sure."
but
Pausing for a moment, she decided not to retract her words, walking over and sitting beside him.
Bary finished the wine in his ss, then extended it toward her. "Do you mind?"
At first, Moira didn''t quite catch on, but after a moment''s pause, she understood his meaning. "Not at all," she replied.
At that moment, if she had said she minded, it would have hurt him.
Bary poured her half a ss of red wine, then raised the bottle toward her ss, tapping it lightly before taking a sip.
Moira took a small sip, watched Bary in front of her, and pondered how tofort him.
In this regard, she truly had no experience.
Moreover, the man before her was Bary, and the cliché ways offort would clearly be of no use.
As Moira hesitated and wondered if it would be too abrupt to ask him if he wanted some candy, Bary finished the bottle of wine in his hand.
He stood up and reached for another bottle of red wine from above the wine cab.
As Bary reached for the corkscrew, Moira couldn''t hold back anymore. "Mr. Covington, would you like some candy?" she asked.
Bary paused in his action of uncorking the bottle and turned to look at her.
Moira extended her right hand, palm up, revealing the three bright orange mango candies inside. "Wine doesn''t taste good. Candy is sweet," she said.