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His Concern
"Feeling better?"
Moreau held her breath, hardly expecting to find Abihirt in her bedroom. The man was already presentable, clad in a slick light gray suit, sitting on the edge of the bed, probably never having moved his attention to wherever she was trying to think about it in the first place. The pounding of Moreau's heart didn't seem to want to fully recover. It was still pounding when she had to slowly adjust her sitting position leaning against the headboard. "Why are you here?" she asked as she looked around the room. Worried that she would find Barbara appearing unexpectedly. Moreau didn't want to be rushed into trouble in the morning, and hoped that nothing bad would ever follow over her shoulder. "Waiting for you to wake up." That was all Abihirt said. Moreau did not understand. She only found her stepfather staring calmly, but the man did not give the slightest hint of a specific purpose, which she was sure was not just toRelated chapters
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Moreau smiled slightly to detect Chicao's round eyes gazing up at her. The dog's long tongue also stuck out in a characteristic mouth curve. She didn't understand what Chicao was trying to convey, perhaps Chicao intended to share a similar experience, to tell her that they had a caring father, though Moreau had to distinguish between the truth and other specifics. The situation was too complicated to describe. A situation not worth measuring against Abihirt's treatment. "You can leave your Chicao here." She finally said that after thinking about the time Abihirt had spent in her room. Having absolutely no desire to trouble the man."You can go, Abi. We're fine here." Moreau added after Abihirt placed Chicao not far from her feet. The Cocker Spaniel simply cowered as she stared at the sturdy body in work clothes towering over her. Eye contact was brief when Abihirt made the first move. The man gazed at Chicao, slowly raised a hand to simply stroke the top of the do
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"Take off your medal." Damn it, Moreau herself couldn't take any more of her stepfather's barely paused treatment. The man's lips whispered a request in a hoarse voice. It really left something that made the heart hammer loudly. "What did I take off my medal for?" "I want you to go to my room." This private jet was fully equipped. Moreau's shoulders suddenly tensed in the face of the desire already burning in Abihirt's gray eyes. The man asked her to get up. She might not refuse, though she had no intention of getting rid of the medallion still hanging from her neck. They walked through the cabin. There were no more arguments left even though Moreau knew that she had never had a great need to obliterate the morality that was already so thin. A room before them swept into view. Everything was exceptionally well maintained. The right lighting was also one of th
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