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Forbidden Agreements Looking For Her
"Caroline, do you know where Moreau is? She hasn't been seen since earlier." Barbara had prepared herself for a trip to the office. Her eyes darted all over the yard. The garage didn't show where Moreau's car was parked either. It was odd enough to simply pull a hard stomping step off the front porch. There was only one destination. She rushed up the steps. She had fought hard not to be affected, but the closing of Moreau's bedroom door sometimes seemed to release the hormones of suspicion. It really made Barbara harbor one definite conviction by immediately pressing the doorframe. A silent empty room immediately greeted her face. There was no one. Barbara glared seriously with a sour expression on her face. Caroline followed behind and probably got a bit of the same reaction when she found no clues there. "It looks like Miss Moreau is not at home, ma'am. She must have gone to practice." Faintly, the corners of Barbara's lips twitched, almost even adding a sardonic twitch as s
Forbidden Agreements The Argument
Barbara repeatedly exhaled. Restless. Squeezing the fingers of one hand while staring at a series of images on the website of the Smift company. This was not good news. It would indeed be a steep drop if it was not resolved quickly. There had to be a confession, because after all, outrage spread immediately after learning Moreau was modeling women for a business competitor. The front cover was marked with Moreau's face taking center stage in an instant, but that was not all. There was one other thing that felt odd to Barbara. Something familiar. She strongly recalled the presence of someone who was also involved there, although she didn't want to think too badly about the sturdy arms wrapped around Moreau's body taking center stage. It was like discovering a delicious dish, though really—Barbara had no intention of being accusatory. For her, it was not a difficult act to unravel the tangled threads of things that had just happened. She still remembered that Abihirt had alleged
Forbidden Agreements Argument
"Not really, but yes... the male model is very similar to your body shape." There was some kind of idiosyncratic response that Barbara found. She didn't know if Abihirt would smile as a faint grin at that: something that never really happened, or just a pure reaction that Barbara shouldn't be too sure about. There was no denying the specific part about Abihirt being nervous, which was actually... not at all. "I can't remember the last time you wanted to be photographed together," Barbara said simply looking for a gap between them. Pretend, then she could trap her husband into a confession trap to make up for her suspicion. "There aren't even many pictures of our wedding. Even if there were, you asked me not to publish them." Barbara added with a bit of an aggressive statement. Perhaps it was not with her husband that she
Forbidden Agreements Stuffed Panda
After finishing training and receiving a scathing critique from Anitta about the slight changes the woman had found in some parts of her body, Moreau finally had no choice but to try to agree with everything—including Barbara who again sent a message about an important matter. Moreau knew the specifics of what to expect. The shoot was even deliberately added in the middle of her request. Something that should not have been done, although it had already surfaced and made her feel almost half disgusted. After all, no matter how much hostility Barbara showed, hadn't Moreau herself been waiting for moments like this... that wouldn't let go no matter how hard she tried to get rid of the part that was stuck to her shoulder? A consequence, a risky risk, or a complicated matter to be resolved. Now Moreau would not avoid the prospect. Just a little confused when she first set foot into the house, but no angry welcome. Usually it was most common to find Barbar
Forbidden Agreements Find Out
"The male model you were with was Abi, right?" It was exactly like that. In the end, Moreau's fear came to pass. She knew her mother wasn't stupid enough to not recognize the shape of Abihirt's arm, but the anticipation was already in full design. Moreau realized she was going to learn how to be like this. "Abi? Your husband?" she asked almost deliberately in amazement. The special spark in Barbara's mind needed convincing. Moreau was trying. Hoping it didn't include a complicated journey and something that might catch fire. "You knew your own mother, Moreau." Moreau took a deep breath, then exhaled slowly. "That's why I don't quite understand why you brought Abi's name up here. He's your husband. You should know him better, Mom," s
Forbidden Agreements As Apology
Moreau expressed a serious right, thinking Barbara would understand her, but she did not. The woman instead left a smile with a chilling impression, one that specifically involved instant coaxing. The stuffed panda would change ownership. It was so obvious .... Moreau shook her head disapprovingly. She wanted to snatch it right away. Almost... yes, in the end Barbara got out of the way first. "It will be mine, while you can tell Juan to buy a new one. One more thing, did you stay at the hotel again last night?" A clichéd transition for Moreau to abandon the desire to fight for something that was hers. There was no response, other than the need to tug on Barbara's upraised arm. "Mom ...." Moreau urged her mother in exasperation. Howe
Forbidden Agreements Wants to Make Peace
There wasn't a hint of concern, at first, so Barbara suspected her decision wouldn't work... never knowing that Abihirt's pure reaction was actually so close, but good self-control drowned out the odd expression quickly. From him... to Moreau. Something exactly the same. The stuffed panda confirmed one event had been missed far enough. Abihirt's gray eyes searched Barbara's face sharply. All it took was a simple question, and he could find a clue. "Where did you get that?" Then Barbara seemed to think for a few moments, before the woman came up with the original answer, sending Abihirt's suspicions over the edge. "Coming back from the restaurant earlier, I accidentally saw this doll in the shop window. Do y
Forbidden Agreements Insomia
Can't sleep .... It was unwanted moments like this that eventually led Moreau to ponder skeptically in the kitchen. The various thoughts at the top of her head wanted her to continue to be lured into the quietest of situations. Expecting to be alone, though that could not really be concluded. There was a puff of smoke... very faintly wafting around in the air. Leaving a certain impression, so that Moreau knew; she needed to wait, stirring the melted hot chocolate longer so that the flavor wouldn't burn, like the times when Barbara deprived her of sole possession. Nothing seemed to interest Moreau more than to think about how wide Barbara's interest in something, someone else's, could be categorized under the need to share. She would not deny that she had learned the irony of her mother's attitude. Barbara went so far as to assume that everything could play a part, as if there was nothing substantial, that the woman underestimat
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