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"Yes, Darling. I'm sorry," she said as she pushed away the remaining distance to touch Abihirt's rough jaw. Barbara's actions always ended up bolder when she draped both arms around the man's neck, smiled, and had to look up.
"You're not thinking anything bad, are you, Darling?" "I think you're the one thinking bad thoughts." Barbara admitted it. It was her fault for jumping to conclusions too quickly. But at the very least, she wanted Abihirt to also understand about instant worry. There was a pure reaction that was difficult to control. Just like earlier... through a false start, something in her mind exploded with fear. Barbara shook her head faintly, then looked straight into those gray eyes with a slightly calmer heartbeat. "I believe you, Darling. But, after this maybe... I'll go straight to the office," she said in almost a half-whisper. Let Abihirt respond. She was pleased when the man began to offer a hand to stroke the top of her head. An actiRelated chapters
Forbidden Agreements Barbara's Concern
"I heard you fell during practice." It was not a new sight when Moreau had to deal with her mother bursting into the room without warning. Barbara was already towering over her, a sour look on her face as she dropped her attention to the ankle lying on the bed. It made her nervous to say anything, so she just nodded and then got a rude snort from the woman. "Good. If your leg is injured like that, what about your tournament? How are you going to practice under these circumstances?" Instead of asking about the rest of the situation. Moreau had to hold her breath at Barbara's question. She slowly shifted as the woman took a seat on the edge of the bed. "Why not be careful?" This time, at least Barbara's voice sounded quieter. Moreau looked at the woman briefly, though she could hardly find any reaction of concern, other than her mother's desire to really express anger, but also desperately held back, as if implied by the part that Barbara did not want to
Forbidden Agreements Massage
Moreau could guess; perhaps... Abihirt was pretending to be sympathetic after hearing this news, even though the man knew best what specifically happened and ended up with a grievous injury. "I called your father, since he's quite good at massages. Abi used to always handle my legs when I sprained them. It might be useful for your problem." Barbara seemed to notice something odd, evident in Moreau's tense face. She blinked. Immediately looked at the woman. Almost... yes, almost said something, though in the end decided against it. Let Abihirt say nothing and they would not get along. Suddenly the bed rattled. Moreau harbored doubts in the back of her mind knowing Barbara was getting up, as if the woman wanted to make room for Abihirt. There were certain gestures and signals, so Abihirt's tall body immediately bent down to propose a fingertip to the ankle that was in pain. Moreau winced slightly. Almost brushed off her stepfather's hand, but then only tightene
Forbidden Agreements We Need to Go
"You could have killed yourself." "I know. But it was you who couldn't keep my mother from approaching the balcony." There was nothing wrong with his words. It was true, but Abihirt did not exactly add a rebuttal. If her father could have prevented every second of Barbara's rage, there might never have been an incident like this morning. "Get ready. I'll take you to the hospital." Now. Suddenly the man said something Moreau had never thought of. She was startled and stared with an expression of disbelief. "It will heal eventually," he argued slowly. Hospital was not on the list. Moreau worried that Barbara would think of something, the worst, when the woman learned of Abihirt's plan. "You need your legs to be okay to do activities." Such a statement was made without giving Moreau a chance to argue. She was even helpless as the man started combing through the wardrobe. Picking up one of the thick fabrics, it
Forbidden Agreements On the Line
"My mother is probably angry." Moreau added when she knew there would be no hope. There was no way Abihirt would add an answer after the past time. The man simply stood still, towering over her, while bearing the weight of the body that still rested on that sturdy back. "Your mother will not be angry." It was good to hear that phrase if it was true. Occasionally Moreau would deliberately inhale the masculine scent in the hollow of Abihirt's neck. She did not know if her stepfather was aware of such actions. Probably not, or if the man was just trying not to be affected by whatever she was doing. "You know what my mother does at this hour, that's why you can say that." Moreau's whisper sounded fatal at the moment she had to say each sentence softly. Not wanting to draw the attention of several people to stare back at her. They shouldn't be the center of attention, just because of the way Abihirt handled the act of caring like an affectionate lover, but t
Forbidden Agreements His Concern
"Feeling better?" Moreau held her breath, hardly expecting to find Abihirt in her bedroom. The man was already presentable, clad in a slick light gray suit, sitting on the edge of the bed, probably never having moved his attention to wherever she was trying to think about it in the first place. The pounding of Moreau's heart didn't seem to want to fully recover. It was still pounding when she had to slowly adjust her sitting position leaning against the headboard. "Why are you here?" she asked as she looked around the room. Worried that she would find Barbara appearing unexpectedly. Moreau didn't want to be rushed into trouble in the morning, and hoped that nothing bad would ever follow over her shoulder. "Waiting for you to wake up." That was all Abihirt said. Moreau did not understand. She only found her stepfather staring calmly, but the man did not give the slightest hint of a specific purpose, which she was sure was not just to
Forbidden Agreements Just a Little
Moreau smiled slightly to detect Chicao's round eyes gazing up at her. The dog's long tongue also stuck out in a characteristic mouth curve. She didn't understand what Chicao was trying to convey, perhaps Chicao intended to share a similar experience, to tell her that they had a caring father, though Moreau had to distinguish between the truth and other specifics. The situation was too complicated to describe. A situation not worth measuring against Abihirt's treatment. "You can leave your Chicao here." She finally said that after thinking about the time Abihirt had spent in her room. Having absolutely no desire to trouble the man."You can go, Abi. We're fine here." Moreau added after Abihirt placed Chicao not far from her feet. The Cocker Spaniel simply cowered as she stared at the sturdy body in work clothes towering over her. Eye contact was brief when Abihirt made the first move. The man gazed at Chicao, slowly raised a hand to simply stroke the top of the do
Forbidden Agreements He Came
A good mood and a few weeks of healing finally allowed Moreau to return to training with Juan. She breathed in with air rushing through her chest cavity. This was the last part after doing all the beautiful movements repeatedly. "I think that's enough." That was what Anitta had just said and how Juan seemed so concerned, making sure one arm was around Moreau's waist, just so they could walk together. She understood Juan wanted to be a support when he decided to walk carefully. Together... their steps were closer to Anitta who was waiting not far from the edge of the ice. "You need to rest more often, Moreau. Your leg still needs to be taken care of, if it hurts just tell me, lest we can't make the tournament, because you're not really well." Moreau nodded faintly. She understood that they needed to cooperate well to not cover things up. There was no pain, though the doctor had always advised against strenuous activity for the past week. It was also som
Forbidden Agreements Tournament
"Are you sure we're going to win?" Juan's question technically added to the tension they felt. Moreau swallowed harshly, there was hardly any room to contain the doubts she herself couldn't quite control either. However, as a team, they had to trust each other, despite the training and other efforts of the past few weeks. Everything had been prepared to the best of their ability. Even the costumes of choice, by Mrs. Smift, had been beautifully adhered to their bodies, the lady just so happened to have made a video call for support, given that Spain was not the host. It was just a matter of waiting for her turn to perform, and it felt like Moreau really couldn't get rid of the tension around her shoulders and the various gal she was dealing with."We're definitely going to win," She said almost wistfully. There's no denying that the figure skatting pairs carrying other countries' names are great. "Yes, you will definitely win. You must win." Suddenly a w
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