Thinking Juan would give in to the secrets around. He didn't. Moreau was wrong to assume the man would forget everything that had made the least impression between them. With his curiosity piqued, he deliberately contacted her at a certain time, in the kitchen after Moreau had almost finished preparing dinner for Abihirt. Indeed, exactly what Barbara had requested at the restaurant moments ago. She wasn't too sure, but the same menu as last night didn't sound too bad. [Hurry up with the story, Amiga. How did your ex-lover turn out to be the nephew of your stepfather?"] Moreau snorted for a moment, then stared at her phone screen with half-interest. Juan's face was still revealed so closely there, as if deliberately showing how much the man needed a quick answer. There was nothing Moreau could say for sure. Some things were out of her control. Just as she was so surprised to learn for the first time that Abihirt was married to Barbara, the man she'd actually had a one-night stand w
She felt left out in a situation like this. Trying to get down, but the man was always quicker to stop her actions. Abihirt's gray eyes implied something. There was something that the man seemed to want to say, though in a way it was like he was trying to hold back. This was too ambiguous. Moreau seemed to be lost, to the point of having difficulty finding her way out. Even a little shocked when Abihirt took her hand to place it around the man's shoulder. She continued to watch. Although, her heart was beating violently; not knowing for what reason. Strangely, Moreau subconsciously found Abihirt suddenly aborting his intention when he was about to touch her face, which was only lightly held in the air. "My mom's just working late, Abi. You can't do anything silly. She'll be home any minute now. I can't be sitting here like this." Whatever it was, Moreau tried not to care. She wanted to be free. It was not a joy to be stuck in one place in the kitchen. If Abihirt really intended to
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
"You have to be careful." Don't know why, but that's what Moreau said. She looked longingly at Abihirt's face. The first brief reaction was a faint nod. There was nothing else to do when she only needed to observe her stepfather's body was out of sight. Abihirt dived. Moreau did not expect that she would be waiting for quite some time. That was surprising. There was no clue about her stepfather from the start. Abihirt's method was definitely not like Froy's who often popped into the air, though this made Moreau feel very scared as she further examined the calm surface after a few puddle runs. Abihirt was completely unpredictable about appearing, and then... at times she would daydream—the sound of splashing water immediately drawing her attention closer. Moreau straightened her shoulders. Unfortunately, she would not immediately find Abihirt turning his head towards her. The man presumably just wanted to scoop up some oxygen and dive back into the water.
Moreau's body suddenly stiffened at the sight of the water splashing, while Abihirt had gotten closer to Froy. The man offered help to his nephew and there was some relief that they were slowly swimming to the shore. She and Gabriel instinctively ran to the lip of the lake. It wasn't Froy Moreau was thinking about. Only her stepfather. Let Gabriel take the remaining action by welcoming the man—who seemed to be panting—to be laid down on the grass with a groan. The cramping was painful. The feeling could be imagined so clearly in her mind. Moreau winced, but also looked over to find that Abihirt had climbed to the ground. Now the man towered over her soaking wet. Staring at his nephew half annoyed, though saying nothing but letting Froy calm down a bit more. Slowly... at least it had subsided. There was still no conversation. However, Gabriel again offered to help when Froy tried to get up from his seat and looked up hesitantly. "I can't find the necklace."
Moreau continued to watch her stepfather. The unpredictable handsome man was now at least trying not to be incensed at any form of resistance from Froy. "You know that throwing something small into the lake will make it difficult for you to find, so why do you keep doing it? You keep throwing Moreau's necklace for no reason." Abihirt's question was simple enough, but it more than made Froy almost faint. The man's eyes moved restlessly. It took a few moments of pause to actually find an answer. "I was out of line, Uncle. I was angry at the attitude you gave Lewi and the way you gave the necklace to Moreau instead!" That was like a huge protest. Froy's voice boomed loudly. The man was lucky, because it seemed like Abihirt had paid with money to make people leave the park, which Moreau only realized when she looked around. Not a surprise. She should be used to it. "What's wrong with that? Didn't I replace Lewi's necklace with a new one?" Abihirt's statement this time made Fro
Moreau thought that Gabriel's involvement in the trip to Sierre De Guadarrama National Park was something that made it an unfair prospect. However, it turned out that she was wrong to include such a notion, as Abihirt's wishes were more understandable when asking her to move to Gabriel's car, while the man walked into the building—quite a flashy place there. Moreau had been to this place before; it was where Froy got married and she ended up asking for permission to leave early. It was a little odd to think that Abihirt had actually come to the man's nephew for some sort of accountability. Now she found her stepfather forcing Froy to walk. Although it seemed forced, Froy would have no choice. The man's body had disappeared in the car. Only a tendrils of shadow remained, then she also had to watch Abihirt's body get into the driver's seat. The car engine started and that's when Gabriel understood to bring them up behind. "Abi wants to ask his nephew to dive
Moreau shook her head for a while. In the end, she decided to lift her face. She was almost surprised—of course, because this was not what she wanted to find; the smallest hint of disappointment on her stepfather's handsome face, no matter how much Abihirt tried to keep every detail of the reaction between them brief. The necklace left to her was indeed a lasting memory and Moreau was sure it was very-very precious. "I apologize." She still could not take it for granted that Abihirt did not want to prosecute anything at the moment. There was an impact where her heart felt like it was being crushed. Staring at the man made her eyes sting and heat up. To the time that kept crawling forward... would soon be accompanied by seepage of water and Moreau would not be able to hold back. Perhaps Abihirt understood how worry controlled the fear in her mind, so the man hugged instead of saying angry. Hugging after letting her tremble as if this was an unexpected outburst of trouble. "N
There was only one step left, so Moreau should have been able to finish this sooner. She swallowed harshly. A moment of staring at the doorknob with great fear before finally being overwhelmed by the determined action of pressing and pushing inside. Perhaps she did so in such a hurry, that the sound that broke the surface immediately attracted someone there. Who would have thought that Abihirt would be towering in front of the translucent glass, while the man's gray eyes were assaulted by the view from outside. There was something Moreau couldn't quite put her finger on. She felt—then—Abihirt was daydreaming, because after all... detecting the man's response; little could be expressed in the odd way that Abihirt acted oddly upon realizing her presence. There were no words. No sentence was even close to being uttered. Silence. And yet, in those moments of near—closeness, Moreau felt how her heart rumbled loudly. Like it didn't want to stop. It was still hammering and sh
"Why don't you come with me, Juan? I'm afraid to go in alone." Everything was supposed to be fine—no; actually—a little fine, until Juan's shocking confession almost made the whole stability of Moreau's mind and how she had desperately fought for, now suddenly fall apart. Juan's decision seemed so absolute, though Moreau still hoped the man would suddenly change his mind and then they could settle this whole matter quickly. Unfortunately, the faint shaking response was something so real. It had such an impact that Moreau almost forgot how to breathe properly. She turned her face out the window, glancing around the place. Not ready to go down yet. Almost desperate at the thought of being so close to Abihirt. What was the man currently doing in there? Busy with some important business? "Just accompany me for a moment." Once again Moreau tried to persuade. This time really craving how Juan would agree. She looked up at the man, but was always met with the
Technically, the necklace was hers. Yet, no matter how cynical Moreau's voice had become, Froy still showed no intention of correcting his wrongdoing. Instead, he chuckled, as if there was no need for corrective behavior for an intentional mistake. "Who do you think you are to tell me what to do?" Now that one question almost made Moreau thin her lips faintly. She simply restrained herself, then made sure the tips of her fingernails dug deep into the surface of Froy's arm like she often did to Abihirt, though this was clearly a different concept; not pure insistence; she wanted Froy to agree immediately or at least until the man jumped into the water. "It doesn't matter who I am. Make sure you return the necklace to my hands. I don't care which way you do it either, but one thing's for sure... I won't hesitate to tell Abi everything you've done." It wasn't just a threat. Froy should have understood. Alas, the man did not care. "You're his favorite gir
"Juan, we should go home," Moreau said, really not wanting to look at Froy's annoying face. She pulled the ends of the cloth over Juan's body. The man understood easily. They should walk, in any direction, to leave this place as soon as possible. However, only one step was taken. The next, a touch on Moreau's hand was tight. "I'm not done yet." The man hissed almost too close. How insolent, as if Froy had deliberately left the pain until Moreau winced faintly. "I have nothing to talk to you about. Let go!" A slight rebellion from Moreau. Struggling hard to brush off Froy's pathetic behavior, but it was useless. Even the actions of Lewi and Juan left no good prospects. Froy would really go crazy, if it continued like this. "I don't know what you're trying to talk about, but this necklace was given to me at your uncle's wish and also with my mother's consent. My mother herself isn't angry, so why are you bothering with a matter that you obviously don't k