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 doA good mood and a few weeks of healing finally allowed Moreau to return to training with Juan. She breathed in with air rushing through her chest cavity. This was the last part after doing all the beautiful movements repeatedly. "I think that's enough." That was what Anitta had just said and how Juan seemed so concerned, making sure one arm was around Moreau's waist, just so they could walk together. She understood Juan wanted to be a support when he decided to walk carefully. Together... their steps were closer to Anitta who was waiting not far from the edge of the ice. "You need to rest more often, Moreau. Your leg still needs to be taken care of, if it hurts just tell me, lest we can't make the tournament, because you're not really well." Moreau nodded faintly. She understood that they needed to cooperate well to not cover things up. There was no pain, though the doctor had always advised against strenuous activity for the past week. It was also som
"Are you sure we're going to win?" Juan's question technically added to the tension they felt. Moreau swallowed harshly, there was hardly any room to contain the doubts she herself couldn't quite control either. However, as a team, they had to trust each other, despite the training and other efforts of the past few weeks. Everything had been prepared to the best of their ability. Even the costumes of choice, by Mrs. Smift, had been beautifully adhered to their bodies, the lady just so happened to have made a video call for support, given that Spain was not the host. It was just a matter of waiting for her turn to perform, and it felt like Moreau really couldn't get rid of the tension around her shoulders and the various gal she was dealing with."We're definitely going to win," She said almost wistfully. There's no denying that the figure skatting pairs carrying other countries' names are great. "Yes, you will definitely win. You must win." Suddenly a w
"We did it, Amiga. I love you." Juan immediately shouted enthusiastically while pulling Moreau's body into a tight embrace. The man let her face sink into the moving surface of the chest. How she could feel how Juan's breath continued to rush. This was only a short celebration. They were not really done yet. After all, as a couple that had performed, no more tension just made things too horrible. This release was a real treat. Moreau smiled as Juan loosened the touch of his arm, then guided their steps with their shoes scraping on the ice to approach Team Spain's support group. Anitta was waiting, arms outstretched. Moreau and Juan greeted her with a burst of excitement. Only briefly, because their coach immediately said something along the lines of a compliment. "Good job. At least you've attracted a sympathetic crowd, but it's still up to the judges. May we win." Yes, may they win. It was a long time to wait for t
"You will come home with me after everything is over." That statement was all that remained in Moreau's mind now that she was here. Sitting quietly facing the journey home while occasionally shifting her attention out the window. While Abihirt was on the other side, looking like he was talking about something serious with Gabriel. Probably so important that there was hardly anything else the man could do, though occasionally their eyes would meet, and Moreau decided to step aside first. Unfortunately, she never expected that Abihirt would appear, taking up a position so close when the man's business was done. A masculine scent instantly wafted around her face. Moreau wanted to sink deeper by making the need to catch her breath unmissable. Suddenly she felt something move tentatively and realized Abihirt was holding the gold medallion that was still around her neck. Strange. The man's gray irises seemed to hold a certain thought.
"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
After arriving in Spain, where they were staying, Moreau went straight to her room as she needed a long rest. Exhausted and guilt—ridden were two inseparable combo packages. She barely understood why being with Abihirt... made them so good at hiding the truth. Still lingering was the memory of Barbara's enthusiastic welcome. The woman was even too impatient when she wanted to touch her gold medal. There was no refusal. Of course. Moreau had let Barbara's fingertips feel the solid sphere of precious metal. The woman smiled broadly, briefly, but said nothing more as the moments passed. The euphoric reaction was indeed too brief. After all, no one expected any exaggeration. Moreau breathed repeatedly while trying to sleep. She began to drift off to sleep and suddenly the sound of a knock on the door from outside drew all her attention to look behind her. Barbara unexpectedly stood there, then immediately closed the door simply stepping into the room. She had somethin
Barbara's one goal was to get to her husband. She smiled slightly as Abihirt's large, sturdy shoulders drew near. The man had been busy keeping the abandoned dog company for some time with one hand stroking the soft tanned fur, though sometimes it took a great deal of theatrics to get her husband's attention. Impatiently. Barbara's arm immediately reached out to touch the line of that shoulder. She curled her lips wider as Abihirt looked up in pure reaction to the action that had been taken. The instinct of caution had always been a part of the man's actions. "You will keep Chicao company all night here?" Barbara asked as a matter of course. How she wanted her husband. Now began to take implied action. Abihirt would probably understand, even if the man didn't specify. Only returning the touch of the back of her hand that still rested on the solid shoulder. Barbara did not know what thoughts were in Abihirt's mind. She was sure the man would not mistake the act of p
Froy's existence was never imagined to be on the meeting list. However, Moreau couldn't say anything when they were engaged in the same place. The man kept looking at her as if something was left behind, wrong and they needed to resolve. There shouldn't have been. Moreau was sure Froy had already considered his earliest decision the right choice. Hadn't the agenda to marry Lewi been stated by the man's own mouth? It was not surprising anymore—if anything, it was most likely that Froy was just saving some things to talk about. At the very least, still overwhelmed by the need for restraint. Not here. The moment where they had just paired off at the entrance, while Barbara was dealing with the mature woman who had introduced herself as the man's mother in front of Moreau, Gloriya... and was Abihirt's sister. Moreau still did not understand the genealogy of her stepfather's family. It just so happened that Abihirt did not come along on the jou