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Fitting For Sure
The message could not be delayed when Abihirt had magically read it. It was too short, if they were trying to be inconspicuous. However, this had been done to keep the profile safe.
[That will be your business.] It seemed that Moreau was starting to feel challenged from Abihirt's short string of sentences. She was about to add a reply... when realized that several pairs of eyes were staring at ger. Mrs. Smift's face was most significant, harboring an overwhelming curiosity towards what Moreau was doing with her cell phone. It was hard to add the man to the contact list. She wanted Abihirt's cell phone number to remain anonymous. Woefully, the problem was not just about that, for now. "You'd better not be busy yourself while we're here, Moreau." Anitta's reprimand instantly anticipated Moreau to completely abandon any intention of adding insult to injury to herRelated chapters
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"I won't get the right size if you're still wearing your clothes." Moreau immediately looked down at the fabric on her body. These long clothes with the high neck collar were Abihirt's gift. She didn't know where the man got the initiative to give her all-covering clothes. It was not tight enough, nor was it excessively loose. It fit true to size, as if Abihirt had been so adept at handing out constant assessments, when it came to comparing directly with Mrs. Smift... the real dasigner. "Can't we take measurements with me dressed like this?" "Of course not. You and Juan will do the fitting several times until I get a stable result. So, we won't miss the first one." Attempts to negotiate seemed futile. Moreau hesitantly grimaced while staring at the device in the woman's hand. She would not cross the finish line if just starting out had so mu
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"I thought you had forgotten the way home." Moreau had just stepped into the living room, but she had to find her mother there, waiting as if the woman's time was dedicated to only one thing. "Where were you last night?" This time the direct question was left floating around in the air. Moreau didn't know if it was necessary to be sure of the moment - the right moment to say the answer. Perhaps he would never get the chance if he ignored everything here. "Anywhere, as long as it's a place where I can sleep comfortably." The boldness behind Moreau's voice seemed to set Barbara's reaction in motion. The woman immediately got up and folded her arms in front of her chest. "You can just say specifically where you were last night. I know you didn't go to Juan's residence, but that doesn't mean you have to let me think too much," the woman said. The sour expression
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It was not surprising that it would end up like that. Moreau could guess the truth. A correlation between Samuel and Barbara. A sudden curiosity arose; she half thought of who was most important to blame. Her mother obviously had a covert relationship with Samuel. Was he also the same person she saw on Abihirt's cell phone? It made sense that the thought actually faced a barely distant approach. Moreau shook her head vaguely... that was all she had to say. "I don't know what you're thinking, Mom. But you're not kidding, are you?" The corner of Barbara's lips twitched slightly, almost a snicker to be precise, but still held back a little. "No, I'm not. I'm not joking. If you agree, I'll arrange for you to meet." "You don't need to bother arranging our schedule. I will never agree," Moreau argued firmly. This was what Barbara wante
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The sound of the bedroom door opening reminded Moreau that she was not alone with her thoughts. Her body immediately shifted into alert after being engulfed in a slumped position and hugging a pillow while playing with her phone without interest. Prying was not something Moreau had put on her list of habits, but Barbara had let her do it. God knows what else the woman was doing, so surprisingly Abihirt appeared; pausing an inch away just to look at her on the bed. Whatever if the man was going to get stuck there. Moreau had no intention of saying anything. She knew her stepfather well enough to know the man's desire would be quite significant. Abihirt could not have come without a purpose. "Your mother asked you to the kitchen for dinner." Something else took over. This was hardly ever a part of her mother's patch of demeanor. Barbara's idea of dinner after everything that always made them argue through some reason
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Moreau did not think that she needed to take refuge under the lone facility of her stepfather, and it was most likely that it would give Abihirt a clue just to catch up. For now, Moreau did not want anything about the man to enter into her decision. Not as worthy as his previous defense. Barbara was probably enjoying a night of merriment after taking her revenge. Moreau would not take her mother seriously. What she had done could have hurt the woman's feelings even more, had Barbara's knowledge been doused in something truly explosive at one time. Unfortunately Moreau would not let that happen. She would just have to wait until the agreement boldly printed on white paper... slowly passed the expiration process. Six months. Won't be long now. Then it would all end like a long, beautiful dream. Moreau longed for that day to come. Her breath came in ragged gasps as she flopped onto the bed. She was in a hotel, but not in the room where she and Abihirt had first had sex. It was sad
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"Caroline, do you know where Moreau is? She hasn't been seen since earlier." Barbara had prepared herself for a trip to the office. Her eyes darted all over the yard. The garage didn't show where Moreau's car was parked either. It was odd enough to simply pull a hard stomping step off the front porch. There was only one destination. She rushed up the steps. She had fought hard not to be affected, but the closing of Moreau's bedroom door sometimes seemed to release the hormones of suspicion. It really made Barbara harbor one definite conviction by immediately pressing the doorframe. A silent empty room immediately greeted her face. There was no one. Barbara glared seriously with a sour expression on her face. Caroline followed behind and probably got a bit of the same reaction when she found no clues there. "It looks like Miss Moreau is not at home, ma'am. She must have gone to practice." Faintly, the corners of Barbara's lips twitched, almost even adding a sardonic twitch as s
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Barbara repeatedly exhaled. Restless. Squeezing the fingers of one hand while staring at a series of images on the website of the Smift company. This was not good news. It would indeed be a steep drop if it was not resolved quickly. There had to be a confession, because after all, outrage spread immediately after learning Moreau was modeling women for a business competitor. The front cover was marked with Moreau's face taking center stage in an instant, but that was not all. There was one other thing that felt odd to Barbara. Something familiar. She strongly recalled the presence of someone who was also involved there, although she didn't want to think too badly about the sturdy arms wrapped around Moreau's body taking center stage. It was like discovering a delicious dish, though really—Barbara had no intention of being accusatory. For her, it was not a difficult act to unravel the tangled threads of things that had just happened. She still remembered that Abihirt had alleged
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"Not really, but yes... the male model is very similar to your body shape." There was some kind of idiosyncratic response that Barbara found. She didn't know if Abihirt would smile as a faint grin at that: something that never really happened, or just a pure reaction that Barbara shouldn't be too sure about. There was no denying the specific part about Abihirt being nervous, which was actually... not at all. "I can't remember the last time you wanted to be photographed together," Barbara said simply looking for a gap between them. Pretend, then she could trap her husband into a confession trap to make up for her suspicion. "There aren't even many pictures of our wedding. Even if there were, you asked me not to publish them." Barbara added with a bit of an aggressive statement. Perhaps it was not with her husband that she
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