Careless Attention

Getting up slightly to ask the question. Quite doubtful if Abihirt would eventually take a step closer. A sturdy—as—hell arm wrapped in tense muscles was immediately extended towards her. Moreau's eyebrows rose high as the salve from Roger's ministry came so close to her face.

"Why are you showing it to me?"

Something more detailed was needed and Moreau deliberately asked the question so that Abihirt would at least say something. No significant interest was shown, but yes—the man did speak soon.

"I'd like to ask you a favor."

Still overwhelmed by the need to get into the best possible position. Moreau ended up sitting quietly as she looked up into Abihirt's face. Her stepfather was too tall—to be honest. She even only reached the line of the man's shoulders if she was in a standing position.

"Why don't you ask my mom to do it?"

There was no need to elaborate just to make her understand Abihirt's intentions from the start. The man wanted her to pay