"Do you still have feelings for him or what?"
Juan's question didn't sound like the sympathetic thread of their hose ride in the open space. Moreau was relieved that she didn't have to deal with anything anymore. It had been quite a long day. The matter of Froy was no longer relevant to her life. She didn't want to continue to be overshadowed by the past, the relationship, and everything that was done. Juan shouldn't have asked, whether the man was still overwhelmed with curiosity or whether Moreau still harbored a lot of arid feelings. She didn't. She would never admit it. Not after Froy had taken such a big role. That man had been playing with fire in the background. If only Moreau hadn't fallen into the need to vent all forms of feelings that day. She probably would have never come face to face with Abihirt. Would not have slept with the man the night before her mother's wedding. Moreau pursed her lipAgain. It was quite surprising to learn such a thing. Moreau took a long look at Abihirt's face. Trying to learn something from the man. It was ironic that she only found a small part; about a right that her stepfather wanted to convey and did not do so explicitly. "Alright, Daddy." Moreau did not mind if she had to take the initiative regarding the situation at hand. Having those gray eyes staring intently at her was not a particular expectation. It was pure happenstance and since she knew the underlying cause, deliberately chose to remain silent until Abihirt asked a well-worn question. "Who asked you to use that nickname?" "Myself. But it's also what you wrote on my phone. So that I continue to remember you as my stepfather. Then it's okay to call you daddy. Isn't it, Daddy?" The risk felt so close at the end. Moreau knew this
Questions lurked in Moreau's mind as she went through the various health protocols. Everything was given to her by Abihirt. The man even sprayed disinfectant almost all over their bodies, ensuring that she agreed to wear a full set of protective clothing. There were masks and gloves... currently being focused on wrapping around Moreau's palms, which were finally clean, though she wouldn't be able to hold back much longer. "Why do I have to wear all this?" she asked slowly. Abihirt almost finished, then glanced over briefly. "You want to meet a panda, this is what you need to get done." Moreau had thought the man wouldn't say anything. Now she understood a bit about the security process. Not too deeply. There were still a few things left to ask. "Why?" For Moreau, this was a kind of strict rule. She was not used to being in this kind o
"You were wondering how to spend your money, so you chose a panda as the most appropriate object, is that it?" She continued. There shouldn't be anything wrong. It was just an outdated thought like the first time she found out Abihirt was smuggling pandas in his luxurious residence. However, Moreau was somewhat surprised to face the man's gray eyes so closely that she didn't know how to escape reality. This was certainly a surreal approach. A three—dimensional one where Abihirt still chose to stay still. Occasionally trying to avoid Pipao who made a face repeatedly. The panda demeanor and the need to be coddled. Moreau hesitated, but she reached out anyway to rub the fur filtered by the latex sheath. "I see Chicao is still at home. Caroline is with her sometimes. Why don't you bring her here? Wouldn't that be like giving Pipao a friend?" Again. It was always her who started the conversation. Moreau gave
"Your mom is very lucky. She's already got a young man, and he's rich too. I'm sure Mr. Lincoln spent a fantastic amount on the panda rental fee. Do you think he would mind if I wanted to visit?" Juan's flirting sounded absurd when the man knew that was the kind of answer they would get. Moreau herself was almost close to exclusion. She didn't want to face her stepfather's sanctioned attitude if she tried to comply with Juan's wishes. There were no privileges and Moreau also had no intention of bringing up Barbara's marital relationship as a selling price. It wouldn't work or she'd get a new case when she hoped to settle it with hope. "Abi's panda is not kept at my mother's house, Juan. You know that, and even if it was, I'm sure you'd object to meeting my mother. Right?" asked Moreau while occasionally looking at Juan's sour expression. They passed through the hallway of Mrs. Smift's studio after a complicated process of additional measurements. At l
"Why doesn't Abi want to lend you the money?" Some money had been taken out in cash and the man asked as he counted out a few bills that were classified as such. Barbara folded her arms across her chest as she observed Samuel's every action before her. She chuckled as she considered her answer, and indeed there was a serious admission that could not be hidden. "Abi has big expenses per year, it makes him more careful when taking action. He's realistic enough to know that the loan won't be paid back anytime soon. I certainly can't avoid the decisions Abi makes. He knew I would be angry, but he didn't care. Instead, the money was used to silence me." At least, that's what Barbara thought these days. She understood that her husband had substantial value, inviolable. Any method of negotiation would not be able to persuade any kind of understanding that the man had decided on. There was no hope if Samuel was still overwhelmed
[Tonight go back to my house.] The message was sent-no longer by an anonymous number. But a written display that surprisingly reminds Moreau of the concrete relationship between her and her stepfather .... It's a forbidden form with various ways of hiding. Moreau had no idea what the man was thinking. Thinking Abihirt's request was too strange; a kind of sudden need, but also urgent. Well, at least she knew... the man didn't add 'red room' between the lines. After all, Moreau did not get today on the list to visit at all. Still trying to just consider. Inhaling, exhaling slowly. She moved both thumbs after closing the locker at the training ground. [I'm not in the mood to go anywhere after this.] [I'm already ahead.] Again. Her stepfather's reply was too fast .... That was surprising. Moreau instinctively glanced around even though she was still in the shade of the large building. Abihirt replied with a ti
Moreau shook her head instinctively. "I brought my own car. Can't come with you," she said as a subtle refusal, though it was impossible to look forward to a time when Abihirt had no alternative. "Gabriel." Because Abihirt even involved someone; an extra. The man Moreau sometimes accidentally met, now, unexpectedly exited her stepfather's Rolls Royce. "Give your key to Gabriel and get in the car." Moreau held her breath for a moment, not knowing how to come up with another excuse. She couldn't possibly say something clichéd, while no tolerance limit could be crossed so quickly. Abihirt's gray eyes were still looking serious and seemed to be in a bad mood. "Mr. Lincoln, I'm sorry if I disturbed you. But there's something we need to talk about for a moment. Hope you don't mind. I was... just now, accidentally looking at Moreau's cell phone wallpaper. She took a picture with a cute panda. She said... you keep it in the back of the house. If you don't mind, can I visit once in a
Moreau knew they had little choice. Abihirt didn't say anything for a long time until he felt better, and eventually Juan was given the opportunity to visit. The man was unusually enthusiastic—a clichéd moment... actually expected from the start. Neither of them—from Moreau and Abihirt, thinking of how Juan was trailing them behind. The man brought his own car. Doing everything was almost overwhelmed by a series of hackneyed choices. It seemed like it would be nice to be in this place with a threat. Moreau scanned the entire backyard of Abihirt's house. It was too big actually if it was only used to keep panda, but that was already an option. She could not expand her thoughts for others to resolve. This was not something that could be debated. Let Moreau's irises only watch Juan in full protocol; accompanied by Lie Xue, the panda caretaker, while she was behind a glass wall. She could only offer a fingertip to touch there; a natu