Chapter 31
Chapter 31
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After finishing the pasta, Moira took out the small bear–themed glass cup she had bought and made a cup of honey water, Virgil. “This helps with alcohol and promotes sleep. It should help you sleep better?
She still noticed a faint smell of alcohol on his suit. Moira knew he had to attend social events for work, and some things were inevitable, but she couldn’t help but want to look after his health
took it from her.
Virgil frowned slightly at the childish glass cup in her band. But since she insisted, he to
Seeing that he accepted it. Moira smiled, her eyes narrowing into crescent moons. “Good night, Mr. Adams”
Virgil thought, Just moments
ents ago she called me “Virgil‘ But now it is ‘Mr. Adams‘?
After watching her return to her room and close the door behind her, Virgil finally turned his gaze back to the cup in his hand. The glass itself was fine, but the lid had a little bear on it, and there was a straw.
For some reason, the image of Moira looking up at him with these bright, innocent eyes popped into his mind. He thought the cup suited her perfectly.
His gaze shifted to the bear on the carpet, and for no apparent reason, he smiled. Holding the honey water, he went back in his rod
The next morning. Moira woke up and saw that it was already seven o’clock. She glanced at her phone, still a bit groggy, but then a thought suddenly hit her. In a panic, she sprang out of bed, threw on her slippers, and rushed to open the door.
She’d forgotten to ask when Virgil was planning to get up, thinking. He hasn’t left, has her
She checked the living room but didn’t see him. A wave of frustration hit her. She wasn’t sure if he had noticed her missing nipple cover from last Hight. If he had….
Just thinking about it made her face flush with embarrassment. She couldn’t bear the thought of facing him.
Noticing the door to the master bedroom was still closed, she allowed herself a sliver of hope, thinking, “Maybe he is still there: She knocked, but there was no response. He has really gone!”
Her heart sank as she turned the doorknob and opened the door. The bed was empty, and the curtains were sunlight pour in. The room felt oddly empty and cold.
e drawn back, letting the morning
“Big liar!” Moira muttered angrily. She was about to storm off when, just then, the bathroom door creaked open
She turned and, to her shock, saw Virgil walk out, wrapped only in a bath towel
Their eyes met, and for a moment, Moira froze. Then her face turned bright red, and almost instinctively, she turned and hurried out of the room. slamming the door behind her.
By the time Virgil came out dressed, Moira had already managed to cook two plates of posta. She was always one to save a meal if she could, and since she preferred eating at home, she’d gotten quick at preparing food.
Apparently, last night’s meal had left him satisfied, and after a good night’s sleep, Virgil didn’t refuse breakfast.
They are in silence, neither acknowledging the awkward moment from earlier. Moira was relieved and quickly finished her pasta.
Afterward, they braded downstairs to the parking lot to find the car. When Moira saw the Maybach, she noticed the license plate had consecutive numbers, thinking. So it seems Virgil’s boss isn’t just anyone.
As usual, Virgil opened the passenger door for her with a gentlemanly gesture.
Once inuide, Moira quickly started searching for her missing nipple cover before Virgil got She checked every place she could think of, even the gap between the seats, but couldn’t find it.
She thought, Could it fall out before I got into the car? The thought made her feel even more embarrassed.
As they drove, Moira couldn’t settle down, restless with the feeling that the nipple cover had to be somewhere in the car. She was sure she had
When Virgil stopped at a red light at a busy intersection, he suddenly
Del to her and asked, “Dal you !
pau lase something yesterday?”
