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Froy's Attitude
Moreau hardly ever thought about how she should behave when they were in the same room together.
"Because you know I'm getting married." It made no sense. It would take a lot of effort for Moreau not to be completely ignited into an odd feeling. There would be more often than not a desire to avoid this kind of man's attitude; narcissistic; self-confident. How she regretted ever harboring certain feelings and also longed for their relationship to be okay. Gruffly, Moreau blew air out of her lips, then said, "It's none of my business anymore. Whether you get married or not, I don't care and don't want to know anything about your and Lewi's relationship." "Because you're jealous?" The thought in Froy's mind was unbelievably absurd, prompting Moreau to glare again, this time adding a cynical reaction. "I'm not jealous." She replied calmly, but let Froy gather the rest of the man's will. "I believe that you actRelated chapters
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"Where is the bracelet Abi gave you?" Barbara's question was the most surprising part of Moreau's day as she still faced the need to wash the dishes. Never having realized that the woman would observe the details of her body, to the point of asking questions, she herself did not know when the chain bracelet Abihirt had given her disappeared from civilization. Perhaps it was during times when Moreau was doing heavy work, which always involved hand movements, or perhaps she was too careless to simply keep something on her wrist. Not knowing if the man would be angry if she told him this, because Abihirt didn't seem to have any serious interest in talking, making contact, etc. to anyone he met, even during dinner. Blinking. Moreau tried to remember the last time she realized the bracelet the man had given her was still on her hand. However, no matter how far she tried. It seemed too impossible to find any clues. There was nothing left from all the effort of searching
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"Moreau, can I ask you a favor?" Gloriya came in carrying a piece of cloth folded in her arms. The woman looked hurried as she moved her lips again, then said something, "Froy asked me to bring him a dry towel. Can you do this for me?" How could she refuse? Moreau looked at the woman skeptically, but lacked the full courage to lay out what she was sure was not the best part of meeting Froy at a time like this. Similarly, this was no surprise. Froy swimming past nine in the evening was a habit Moreau had always recognized. "Why me, Auntie?" At first, she cautiously asked the question. Gloriya had her own conclusions, it shouldn't be difficult if the woman finally spelled out an answer. A faint smile had emphasized the situation between them, something that made Moreau wait with a sense of tension, but it wouldn't rule for too long when Gloriya moved her lips faintly. "I have to take a call from my friend. Asking your mother for help... I don't thi
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"I know you will always have my best interests at heart." Froy's voice was punctuated by a ragged breath. The man's lips were half-open, looking slick under the light. Occasionally, the same wet fingers moved the remaining hair in front of his forehead back. Fortunately, it did not test Moreau's ability to restrain hersf. She was not interested. Completely reluctant to think even a little about their irrelevant business. Froy was far too confident for the man to take her actions as serious business. "I'm here because of your mother," Moreau emphasized, so the man would know and not try to make a futile approach. She intended to leave this place as soon as possible. Leaving behind a conversation that would trap her between complicated choices. "You're in a hurry." Suddenly, Froy said that. It should not have stopped Moreau if the man had not accidentally created another sound. Splashing water. She turned away and sure enough... suddenly a splash landed direct
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There was a long pause, making Moreau think that the situation might have been in her favor. She would use whatever Froy's reaction was as a basis to simply study the irony between them. Unfortunately, there was still another irony, one that left things uncertain as Froy clucked lazily, as if wanting to vent about a choice Moreau had made and the man had not agreed to face. "You don't want us to be friends because you're afraid you won't get over me." Froy always echoed similar words as the most influential opinion, but it was not. There was a validity that had been so obvious as to be merely a source of knowledge. However, Moreau could not possibly elaborate. It would be useless. It wouldn't change Froy's mindset. She took a harsh breath feeling that their chance to talk was over, never knowing that Froy would suddenly pull her up and carry their bodies into the pool. The sound of splashing water was an inevitable clue. Cold instantly became a rush o
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"What are you and Froy doing in the pool?" Moreau's breath caught as if it needed to prevent it from staying stuck in the middle of her throat, while the urge to jump up and be completely still, transfixed, facing the source of the voice with a sense of tension, was the most horrible option. She had just stepped into the room soaking wet. The need to simply strip off the wet cloths on her body was suddenly discouraged. Abihirt had given no hint of appearing, but the man had been so close. In fact, that they were trapped in the same room together. There was nothing Moreau could find behind her stepfather's gray eyes, though Abihirt seemed to have kept various things on the man's mind. A look that resembled a cynic as if he was dispensing justice. However, Moreau did not understand what they needed to emphasize. About Froy's unpleasant behavior, really, things were out of control., "What are you doing here?" Instead of talking about something that seemed
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It was said with barely any knowledge in Moreau's mind. Abihirt had never broached the subject in the first place. Never if she struggled to remember anymore. Now, suddenly it all felt shocking, like letting a drop of blood become a map on a blank canvas. There was no way to drag out an agreement. They schemed; yes, at least another word described the scene of betrayal. "What do you want, Abi?" Moreau folded her arms across her chest. About to confirm for herself one of her stepfather's serious intentions by asking a question with little understanding of the prohibition the man had just declared. "You'll never really know what I want." However, it would be useless if Abihirt would end up forming another conundrum and not try to tell more. Moreau raised one eyebrow high. Deliberately leaving that as the first reaction. Let the next take over, since that part was already a distance away from disrupting the most organized; let's talk about something relevant.
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