Woe. Moreau was so shocked that she instinctively pushed Abihirt some distance away, while she hurriedly jumped down and fixed the pants the man had stripped off. The tension was painful. Moreau's heart was pounding, barely understanding why Abihirt was so calmly picking up the plate of pasta on the table, even though the man seemed to have no problem at all as he positioned himself exactly looking at the source of the sound. There Barbara appeared in her usual work attire. That was close. Moreau really couldn't say anything during the momentary pause to compose herself. Having to completely hide behind her stepfather's body, while occasionally trying to cover up the awkwardness between them. In addition, she did not dare to glance at Barbara's face when the woman's steps ended up closer. The scent of perfume wafting around forced Moreau to hold her breath for a moment. Just now Barbara had kissed Abihir
"What are you looking at?" Moreau asked, unable to bear being watched even though the man's mouth was full of pasta and egg slices. Abihirt probably wouldn't be too quiet after enjoying the argument between her and her mother. The man was the main trigger and felt the safest. "You look good when you're angry." Bastard. Moreau felt like swearing, but tried to restrain herself regarding her attitude towards the older man. He She a deep breath. Exhaled quite roughly after anchoring the choice on one decision. "Save your interest. I'll tell my mother what you've done." "Just say it. Don't forget to meet me in the room after you finish telling your mother." Moreau frowned, not understanding why Abihirt again did not seem threatened. The man was challenging her. Walking calmly towards the sink with dirty dishes in hand. Overindulging i
It just so happened that the door was unlocked. Her slight mistake was to catch Abihirt by surprise as the man was seriously drumming his fingers on the laptop, which was staring straight at her, while it looked like Abihirt was listening to something behind the phone. Devil's skin. Moreau was not thinking about that. She turned the key, walking boldly towards the bed. Letting the mattress rattle and her body immediately get closer to Abihirt. Something was actually wrong. Moreau knew, even she had to deal with various tense feelings when she ventured to put away the laptop on her stepfather's lap. Holding her breath as Abihirt's gray eyes tried to understand what was being done. Instinctively the man turned off the phone screen; slowly moving a hand to simply greet Moreau's presence. "What are you doing? Changed your mind?" Abihirt's deep, hoarse voice sounded rather baiting, but
"Hide." It was an emergency order that Moreau could barely face. she was still holding her breath, scrambling to find a decent hiding place. The bathroom? Nope. Her mother hadn't even set foot in the room at all, other than first going to the kitchen. The only place Barbara would have been most likely to go would have been there. The woman would be doing her wet ritual after a long day at the office. The balcony? Moreau's mind suggested it, but she also rejected the place. What if Barbara unexpectedly stepped out for some more fresh air? Moreau didn't want to take a big risk on her decision moments ago. She looked down. Finally finding the most likely place to escape while Abihirt was already greeting the woman who was being so chatty waiting for him.
"You're not too busy today, are you, Moreau? I wanted to ask you a favor." Moreau raised one eyebrow high, trying to ascertain what Barbara's purpose was in deciding to come to her at this time of day. In the woman's hands were several files wrapped together in a folder. Perhaps it was too important that the expression on her face looked around, as if searching for various ways to solve the problem. Moreau held her breath for a moment, letting it out almost without giving a hint. She had not forgotten that the woman's appearance here was to finalize the plan made with someone on the phone last night. While trying to forget the odd look on Barbara's face. Moreau resumed the activity of arranging sprig after sprig of lily flowers mixed with chrysanthemums and red carnations. The combination of several flowers... offered peace, love and admiration. It w
Moreau's arm was outstretched, tentatively placing the bouquet of flowers sh3 had made next to the headstone bearing the name of her father, Jeremias Riveri, with a feeling of either awe or bewilderment. Moreau breaks into a faint smile. Her fingertips rubbed the smooth ceramic surface in a careful and gentle gesture. She did not bring a gift. Didn't know what to choose. It would always be with a request. Moreau would ask and her father would answer-what the man wanted, and what patterned wrapping paper to use. This second time around the birthday celebration felt different, but Moreau took the initiative towards something. On the way to the cemetery, she stopped for a few moments to pick out a cake covered in melted cream. Her father loved chocolate and Moreau had bought a cake with dark sprinkles. She involuntarily smiled back as she opened the box. The lighter was already in hand. Just needed to light a fir
The car was parked neatly. Moreau glanced around the corner of the basement of the hotel located in the city center. She half wondered if perhaps she had made a wrong trip. Perhaps a little confusion was trying to keep reality from slipping away? Almost too many doubts lingered in Moreau's mind, but she tried hard to deny them. There was no way Barbara could have given a false address. Supposedly, she didn't. Hadn't she also added that the meeting with Mr. Halland would take place at the hotel restaurant? Moreau snorted rudely, admitting that it was she who had taken the woman's conversation last night on the phone too seriously. For a moment her eyes glanced at the passenger seat. Something there had been so prepared. Hoping this would be over soon. It should really be over. Slowly Moreau loosened her grip on the steering wheel, she didn't even realize she was gripping tightly. It was because the worry
An irritating chuckle, to a satisfied tone like a thunderous lightning strike. Moreau ducked deeply to avoid any kiss from landing there. She even loudly shouted out to whoever might come to stop the insolent bastard when the man's lips were about to touch her cheek. "Let go!" Once again Moreau was still rebelling. Her one hand clenched tightly instinctively slammed into Mr. Halland's jaw. The man snarled, though it was by no means the end of the devious actions the man was revealing. Moreau winced at the demand that turned into a rough grip. She did not want to be dragged into a room when the door was already open. Still trying to pull herself back, a sudden hard blow left an unexpected wake, Mr. Halland's body tumbling down in a near collision with the hotel hallway floor. "Abi." Moreau muttered involuntarily. She was a little surprised. However, tentatively taking a distance as her stepfather seemed to still be e