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He Treads on His Uncle
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2024-11-09 13:00:02Froy swallowed harshly while glancing at Abihirt's shoulder and Chicao's body in turn. His uncle didn't even turn around as he spoke, as if making eye contact was something he avoided.
The question just now seemed to Froy like an original template, and he had to find a way to get rid of the remaining parts—still so high between them. Now he had found a promising prospect. At least thinking that there would be a full confession from Abihirt. Fuck as he started to step, but that only drew Abihirt's attention to turn his head. Let his uncle witness everything that was about to be done. Froy immediately grasped the axe. This was indeed too crazy. A sardonic grin tugged at the corners of his lips. He knew Abihirt had detected anything—being a possibility between them and probably considered the closest prospect as impossible. "Perhaps your beloved dog will cure you of your amnesia about your and Moreau's relationship, Uncle. You stood at the window and silently waRelated chapters
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Froy slowly took a step back, still staring at Abihirt a foot away from him, but not a single ounce of courage to take action; other than to continue the remaining steps ahead at a fast trot. "Froy!" Abihirt hissed in pain without ever leaving a trace of the back's existence in the distance. Froy never looked back until his body turned the corner and was lost between the walls of the house. Insolent bastard. There was always worse and the man had just declared chaos. Abihirt's fingers immediately grazed the wound on his shoulder, it felt like it was leaving a shock to the tense nerves. With his throat moving faintly, he silently watched the thick viscous liquid. It would be bad news when he ran out of blood so much, soon walking tentatively—after all, he had to, leaving Chicao there. The barking of dogs could be heard, but Abihirt continued to walk while holding on to the wall of the house. Legs that were already much better would bring Chicao merely follow
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When Abihirt was about to open the door to the room, Moreau found her mother speaking up immediately. "Sit on the sofa first, you're bleeding a lot." The woman's hand gesture looked disgusted as it touched her own husband's arm. Barbara did not like the smell of blood. Especially if the deep red stain had made an impact on the tips of her fingernails. Fortunately, Abihirt didn't say anything else. Seemed to have gotten used to it. The serious anticipation in Barbara regarding the situation here was not a big surprise. "What happened?" This time Gloriya's voice surfaced. No idea where the woman appeared from, but her expression was no less frightened after noticing Abihirt's poor condition. Those gray eyes were even staring very intently. Froy was suspected to be the main culprit. As a mother Gloriya had to understand that there was a limit to the tolerance that the woman could not continue to give. "Your favorite son just did something bad to his uncle.
Forbidden Agreements She Did
Again. Gloriya didn't give up. Trying to push, even though everything Abihirt did was too quiet. The man's pent-up emotions seemed to be within the bounds of normal handling. Gloriya would not find anything else beyond a brief accomplishment. The fact that Abihirt had no interest in simply saying something was the worst problem. Probably should have waited. Confused. Wishing for something to not actually happen. Moreau glanced around when she realized her mother had returned. The woman was carrying a soaking container along with a soaked cloth. Bending down, the object was immediately placed on the table. "Can you do this, Moreau?" An unexpected question required Moreau to blink several times. It took her a moment to understand her mother's implied request. "Me?" She asked engulfed in a swarm of memories about her mother's principles. Of things to avoid and... no more words were spoken other than beckoning eye contact. Moreau immediately tucked her long
Forbidden Agreements Calm Down
It was a good thing that Abihirt understood not to leave an impression. The man turned half a face away, trying to stare at the wound behind the shoulder accompanied by a pale color that was quite alarming. "Next time try to put yourself first. What if Froy were to fatally wound a part of your body? I can't imagine what would happen. Gloriya can't you call Froy and tell him to come here?" All of Barbara's advice ended with a solution that the woman wanted to solve. Perhaps it should be that way. Moreau didn't want to interfere with matters that were tied up, while she would also find Gloriya sighing in despair. She shook her head vaguely, as if thinking of the best words. "I'll try to contact Froy. But Abi, can you drop the idea of reporting him to prison?" Indecision and the intention to negotiate were what Gloriya needed right now. Froy's mistake was fatal, though it seemed the woman still wanted to mount a defense. "That boy deserves a lesson."
Forbidden Agreements Evidence
"Moreau, can you call Abi for a moment? He might still be in the room. Or if not, you could look for him in the front yard.” It took a while before Moreau finally acquiesced. Slowly, placing one of the empty glasses she had just downed... onto the bar table. It was worth underlining Barbara's statement; Abihirt was probably still in the room. There would certainly be a serious talk after they discovered Gloriya had left the countryside, and... coincidentally the meat cleaver Iwas missing from where it was supposed to be. Something that must have been a great fear in Gloriya's mind when the woman imagined the evidence could corroborate the lawsuit against Froy. Moreau was sure that was what Barbara would be talking about. It was important to uphold justice. She quickly stepped out of the kitchen, while her mother prepared her husband's special breakfast. At the very least, it was a relief that Barbara did not harbor the slightest suspicion; about some of the things
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"You may really love Chicao. But my mother and Aunt Gloriya are right. Isn't it too dangerous to let Froy hurt your shoulder like yesterday? What if the axe Froy used broke your hand instead? What if—" "Why, are you afraid no one else will hit your ass hard?" Moreau's voice caught in the back of her throat. Damn it, that wasn't what she meant at all. Abihirt's question just now made her lips half-open, then close instinctively almost unable to face the best prospect of simply arguing. Maybe she should really prepare herself, even if she would end up finding a bit of a shortcut. "You know that's not what I meant. Or you just don't care, but my mom—" There was barely any warning when suddenly a peck landed on her lips. Moreau instantly fell silent. Quite surprised. Trying to understand what was left behind. However, Abihirt's demeanor was still too calm to give her any clues. "What were you doing just now?" She asked in a demanding tone. The man would hav
Forbidden Agreements Coming Home
Moreau pulled the suitcase carefully after passing the top hand step. She deliberately walked first, leaving her mother and stepfather a few steps behind. "Remember what Roger said earlier. Don't forget to finish the antibiotics he gave you and sure... don't get used to doing crazy things like yesterday, got it?" Barbara's voice sounded close even as Moreau reached the doorway. She turned her head briefly only to watch as the couple's backs began to fall away from her sight. There were memories of some of the events between them. Abihirt had driven. Indeed, he had. Before Barbara insisted that they stop by the hospital. There was serious urgency from the open wound on the man's shoulder, which required a medical approach—with a few stitches, though there was some resistance, which in the end made Barbara unable to hold back any longer, and take the wheel. Little needs to be said in detail. That part happened as it did, because... besides Abihirt insisting
Forbidden Agreements Just Two of Them
A blush of lipstick was the final piece as Barbara repeatedly gazed into the mirror and marveled a little at her own appearance. She smiled. Smoothing her bangs down the front of her face as she called attention to herself one last time. Perfect. Samuel was going to love everything after he had to endure a week or so of not seeing her. "Just going to the office, what's the need to dress up like this?" Abihirt's deep, husky voice crept in almost as a surprise. Barbara immediately looked back. Shouldn't have forgotten the presence of her handsome husband. She smiled. Slowly walked closer—wanting to snuggle into Abihirt's lap, but decided against it after noticing something there. The lit laptop monitor screen was a combination of her husband being seriously occupied by work. Abihirt's gray eyes didn't even seem interested in simply staring at her. It felt strange that the man would comment on something without paying special attention. Barbara took a breath. N
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No idea what made such a distinction. She was sure there were many secrets inside Abihirt and wanted the man to let them out, but her stepfather chose not to try just once. Perhaps it wasn't as if Moreau knew that Abihirt was sick enough of Barbara's infidelity to decide to retaliate in a more devious way. Her position was on the line. Moreau understood how she had been used as an outlet. Just couldn't help herself when she started to like the man. Idiot. She smiled bitterly at the thought of buying foolishness. Abihirt would not try to fall for another, while only towards Barbara was the man so in love. It was, sort of, a thing; truly pathetic. Silently taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly. Moreau tentatively extended a fingertip to simply brush across her stepfather's upper arm. Feeling every touch there, was probably what Barbara did most often anyway. There was still no specific reaction where the man's hand remained flexed in a position forming the angle
Forbidden Agreements Chichao Take a Step
The corner of Moreau's lips twitched faintly. No idea why this felt like something that seemed to give her leverage. Barbara really knew how to charm Abihirt, while she had never given the slightest thought to simply seeking the man's attention. It felt unnecessary—perhaps, and a little inappropriate. "It's nice to be petted by your master, doesn't it?" Still lightly stroking Chicao's soft fur. Moreau tilted her face slightly as she thought about things. She wasn't talking about the touch of Abihirt's hand on the man's pet—just something that came closest—when they started to want each other; venting everything they held back, even if it was a big mistake; as Chicao suddenly twisted her body. Almost simply making a circular pattern, following the tail that was also wagging. However, Moreau never expected Abihirt's dog to run away immediately. "Wait, Chicao. Where are you going?" The prospect of where Chicao was headed was terrifying. Moreau didn't want them t
Forbidden Agreements His Pet
There was not much to do after Barbara left home. It's worth pointing out that Moreau still took a disobedient course of action—deliberately deciding to watch until quite late with so little interest in climbing the steps, but she had to. She and her mother did not strike up much of a conversation after Barbara's last statement at the dinner table. Their complicated relationship could not be said to be entirely at fault, though it was. Moreau couldn't expect things to go well, while they knew Barbara always wanted what she thought was right—then never wanted to try to take the place of simply standing in someone's point of view; no matter if it was wrong or not. It would have been the worst decision if Moreau hadn't expressed all the disgust in her mind, because after all, they knew what finally made Barbara stop from wanting to see Abihirt's expensive watch in person. The man is sleeping .... There was something Moreau could not describe when thinking back
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Dinner would not have been so awkward if the events of the previous afternoon had never happened. Moreau had just sat directly in front of Barbara who had said nothing, even though the woman knew they had resolved the conflict by hanging perhaps, but there was really nothing more to talk about. She didn't think owning expensive things was a mistake. Or perhaps Barbara was waiting for someone else. Moreau just realized Abihirt was nowhere to be seen. Normally, the man would have been at the dinner table earlier; keeping Barbara company. Strange. If she had to admit something; she was still interested in just taking a step back—about the man's pale face when he persuaded Barbara to leave her room. Perhaps the correlation between the two was quite plausible. Moreau silently exhaled air from her lips, a little accidentally noticing that Caroline had prepared a special dinner—a healthy meal for the man who was not present here. The woman hadn't even left yet. Had it not bee
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There was something odd about her mother's statement. Moreau didn't think she had ever reflected anything to the woman, but the knowledge in Barbara's mind seemed to have gone beyond the point of simply taking the silent action of monitoring things. "Since when and how did you know my account balance?" asked Moreau to make sure her mother was really going to post a confession. It didn't matter if Barbara ended up snickering before the woman got started. "Ever since you started being a rebel, and I hope you haven't forgotten that I'm still your mother." There was certainly no justification for the status between them. Moreau understood that her mother was trying to appear in control. She just didn't like her exaggerating things. Exaggerating things where Barbara barely had the right to simply take the long view. "I'm adult enough, Mom. All the money in the account is my money. You have contributed nothing and you have even violated my privacy." Still in
Forbidden Agreements Barbara's Behavior
"Looks like you're shopping in bulk, Moreau ...." There was no impressive information when Barbara suddenly appeared after opening the door to the room a little rudely, then stood proudly with her arms folded in front of her chest. Moreau would not deny it as she stared straight in her mother's face. There was no smile. Instead, there was a cynical tendency, as if it had been in place before Barbara had set foot here. Moreau silently snorted. It was quite surprising and strange to have her mother come unexpectedly. That woman shouldn't know anything, but perhaps it was just a habit; showing up; commenting; and saying inappropriate things. In any case, she was too lazy to deal with her mother. Knowing there would be more serious problems if they eventually crossed the line. It could end up as a bad prospect to say that all of this was bought by one person. Moreau had refused when Abihirt offered something more. She just didn't want to. Coincidence—indeed; th
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"So hard, that you'll forget how to be yourself."Her stepfather's statement was spoken without emotion. However, for some reason Moreau felt there was something odd when the man decided not to say anything against the judgment she gave to someone—supposedly her mother's father-in-law. "What does that mean?" she asked slowly. Perhaps there would be another time. Not now, after feeling inappropriate to talk about something irrelevant. Let Abihirt reveal the answer. "Not all heirs will always inherit everything their parents had. I pioneered." That sounded sarcastic, but Moreau didn't expect Abihirt's statement to be directed at her. There was a note of inheritance from Jeremias Riveri—though up until this point Barbara seemed to have no interest in simply urging her to start an important lesson on the need to cultivate a company. Perhaps there was some purpose in her being preoccupied with the various activities of her figure skating career. Against a body
Forbidden Agreements Wanted to Know
"You closed it down? Wait...who are you? The owner of the mall?"Nor would she be able to hold back any longer. An overreaction that might have amused Abihirt, so much so that there was almost a smile before it was drowned out by a touch on the top of her head. "I am the highest shareholder." Abihirt replied calmly. The man was rich. Moreau understood, but never thought that her stepfather would be willing to sacrifice the most important part of his income just to have some fun; to enjoy the remaining time between them. "How big of a stake do you have to be this influential?" she asked again to make sure something might sound more reasonable. "95%." Damn it, Moreau was stunned for a moment. It wasn't just a share, but there was a trend where Abihirt's position was almost at the line of complete owner of a mall of this size. "You're not afraid of losing your mall profits just because you want to have an affair here?" Not knowing that stat
Forbidden Agreements Chit-Chat
"You often see me and Juan training and also attending tournaments. There seems to be another reason or do you have an interest here, hence the sponsorship of our activities?" she asked with some form of suspicion. Perhaps it was just curiosity. She was sure it must be someone with a particular interest to be able to do all this. "My mother was a figure skater." There was something strange in Abihirt's deep, raspy voice, but Moreau didn't understand where the correlation between something burdensome the man was feeling and what they had in common—meaning... the woman who had given birth to such a handsome man. "Wouldn't it be great if your mom was a figure skating ex. You can bring me to meet her and I can learn more—" "Do you want to meet her in the grave?" Just like that. Moreau was silent for a moment. She really never meant to or at least not to offend Abihirt. The man didn't say it from the start and made the information seem like a surprise.
