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"You shouldn't act up in front of your uncle. Don't forget that we really need him. What will you do to feed your future wife, if he no longer cares about anything you do?"
It was still quite early in the morning, but Moreau was sure she was not mistaken in recognizing someone's voice that almost resembled a warning; a whisper; and other relevant things. She had only intended to go to the kitchen, had found her stepfather still sleeping in the living room, but thought that Barbara would be out of the room soon. Shouldn't have any business with that man for now. Even the conversation between mother and son in the kitchen, involving Abihirt, was not to be added to the list of interests. It was just that there was an assumption about hearing a story in its entirety. Gloriya and Froy's conversation would of course continue, and this was where Moreau chose to stay silent, observing what she might be able to take in well. "It's useless, Mom. You know how I've been to Uncle AbiRelated chapters
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There was no clue if Roger would be so close. Now; leaning in just to peer into the kitchen, he chuckled. "Two troublemakers." The man said something that really made Moreau struggle to understand the odd situation and at least barely believe it. She frowned, but wouldn't be able to stop herself from being overwhelmed with curiosity. "What's wrong with Aunt Gloriya, why do you also call her a troublemaker?" she asked in surprise. Froy could probably be understood. An asshole of a man with a broken mind. It would have been better if Froy had not returned to the countryside. Still, that was the problem they faced. Moreau understood Roger seemed reluctant to elaborate, but continued anyway. "Not as messy as Froy, but very annoying at times, and most importantly always troublesome. Maybe she knows Abi always wants Froy's troubles to be over, so she often asks for help. Now she's even trying to persuade that brat to get a share of her brother's company." The
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All it took was the act of opening the door for Moreau to step into her own room. However, there was a special urge that made her hold back, fixated on observing Abihirt's form still there, in the living room, sitting back with his laptop on his lap. Occasionally she would also catch the man massaging his own nose or rubbing his temples, and seemed to be trying to really focus on the monitor. Abihirt not feeling well? The gesture said it all, but Moreau didn't have enough courage to approach. She didn't want to swim in clear water when it would make it murky. People were sober; busy; and possessed of enough instinct to be suspicious. Something that would not be better than nurturing a caring attitude towards her stepfather. There was Barbara. It had to be Barbara. She could vent everything to her husband. Moreau just didn't understand why her mother was nowhere to be seen. Still sleeping? That would be in an odd crisis, since Barbara always woke up early. Perhaps
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"You wait here. I'll see Abi for a moment." That was it. Moreau wasn't sure she had the right to just say one particular part. Her mother had a point when the woman began to walk away. Had been so close—now hugging the serious man from behind. Perhaps Abihirt's first-time reaction was surprise. Perhaps not. The man had instant anticipation and a tendency to give good reflexes. Most fair; it was necessary to surmise that her stepfather wasn't interested, or in fact, already was... so she caught Barbara as if to say something, then tendrils appeared as the woman dropped a light kiss on Abihirt's face. A sight that instinctively made Moreau look for another angle to watch. She didn't know why she didn't want to witness the couple's togetherness there. It was too odd to imagine her like a thorny rose; nurtured by her mother—nourished by clear water, then turned into a piercing one. Or should Moreau admit one thing she did last night, about her mistaken assumption about
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"Are you sure you can take care of everything yourself, Darling? Gloriya and I might be gone for a while. We'll shop for a few things that are needed. Gifts for my coworkers won't be overlooked either. Don't forget to heat up your potato soup if you want to eat, okay?" It was already quite noon, Barbara quickly grabbed the bag placed on the edge of the bed while paying attention to every detail of her husband's activities. Not once did Abihirt leave the monitor's attention. She would try to understand how the man was too busy, though for a moment the expression on that handsome face seemed to frown oddly at the word 'gift'. Trying not to be affected. Barbara immediately curved a faint smile, then approached the man who did not respond to her words. She placed a light peck on a jaw that felt rough. Slightly rubbing it as Abihirt glanced over briefly. "Don't overexert yourself when you're sick. Remember to rest. There is Gabriel who will help you with your work. You
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"Auntie, aren't you afraid to let Uncle Abi and Moreau stay here? At least take one of them with us to El Rastro." "Don't be silly, Froy. You know your uncle isn't feeling well. He slept on the living room sofa last night. Probably cold, since I didn't give him a blanket. And Moreau... you've done something unpleasant to her, she's a little afraid of you. Besides, Roger is here. It's not just the two of them." Barbara's voice was already half annoyed. How she tried hard not to explode in anger at some of Froy's silliness. His prejudice almost made her think of things she shouldn't, but this time she would no longer fall into unpleasant business. Abihirt had already made it clear that the man did not look for beauty in people. They were married, that was something to keep in mind. "But, Auntie—" However, it seemed Froy was still trying to interrupt. A near-refutation was immediately stuck in the back of his throat when Gloriya spoke up. "What did I tell
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Moreau blinked rapidly after reconsidering the narrative lodged there. A clue didn't exactly sound odd, but she found it hard to agree. Suddenly believing that such a concept sounded impossible. It was hard to imagine inconveniencing the doctor. Perhaps it shouldn't be done. There was a master bathroom adjacent to the kitchen. It was only a few steps away. Finish everything there. It was not a complicated action. Moreau looked down for a moment to take in her appearance. A towel .... Guessing it wasn't bad enough to just whisk her out, or should she have craved the prospect of importance, where there were no similar problems with water flow in the other bathrooms. Yes, hopefully. Slowly, while making sure the ends of the towel were securely fastened, Moreau's steps began to move towards the main door handle. Staring for a few moments and not immediately pressing, let alone opening it too wide. Peeking. That was the first thing she did, then held her
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"Just curious. I want to take a shower, but the water in my bathroom isn't coming out. You might know something?" Again. Moreau spoke so carefully. In the end Roger made a gesture of simple understanding. The man smiled briefly. At least until it was his turn to run the pawn. "If you want to go to the main bathroom, the water doesn't work there either. I was staying in Abi's room. Your father probably won't mind if you borrow his bathroom for a while. Isn't that right, Abi?"This decision would probably leave an odd impression. Moreau didn't know whether she would actually hitchhike or abort. But her appearance and all her readiness to bathe were already craving the touch of water. It should not be a problem. Just need to wait for her stepfather's approval, then Moreau would sneak into the next room. She took a few breaths. Making sure she was determined enough to simply face Abihirt. Facing a man who still had not given the slightest response. It would not be
Forbidden Agreements No one knows
It felt quite nice after the touch of water to have dry patches on her body. Moreau made sure one last time that she did not leave any particular traces that Barbara would find. Didn't want her to know about things and hoped that Abihirt didn't say anything about the need for a bath, especially not if Roger didn't say anything either. Fortunately, there was nothing else left. Moreau quickly took a step away before Barbara returned from the flea market or imagined what she had been dreading. Her long hair was no longer pulled into a high ponytail at the top of her head. Letting it flow freely at the back seemed better. It only took a few steps to reach the center of the room. However, she seemed to learn an irony as she stared at the same spot where she was before. At the two pillows there. A little tight for some reason. Moreau did not expect to be surrounded by such undesirable things. She had no right to nurture an unexpected feeling, even if it was just a brief jealo
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