A familiar car was parked in the front yard. Moreau wandered around, thinking she might have missed a few things after a long day. Perhaps it shouldn't have been so odd when a glimpse of Gloriya's face appeared in her mind. The business of Froy's mess wasn't over. She understood that, and shouldn't have been surprised by the additional information; about Barbara leaving office work early with the woman's vehicle already set aside in the garage. Perhaps some things had been discussed in there. Moreau tried to surmise that Barbara was still trying to convince her capacity for the need to persuade Abihirt to change his mind. Gloriya's worries could not be contained any longer. Moreau understood about some really bad things. She did not hesitate to make her way to the living room. At least not to get fully involved. She just wanted to know how far Abihirt's report at the police station had progressed. They hadn't really discussed the topic when they were together, and she w
The first time around... the man didn't say anything in response. Just a look of skepticism, as if he could guess and seemed to have some reservations about Gloriya's decision to come to this place. Then, when it came to taking a step... the only thing Moreau could interpret was the contradictory direction of Abihirt's wishes. The man certainly had no interest in simply removing the remaining distance between them. Nor was climbing the stairs—then walking towards the room. The kitchen. Yes. There. Just past several pairs of eyes, it was as if the man had seen nothing. Even to Barbara who seemed to have been quite enthusiastic—now expressing how much she objected. "Abi, stop for a moment. Let's talk about your and Froy's problem thoroughly. Don't you see the future wife of your nephew." Barbara's voice broke free into the air, but it was not enough to elicit a significant response from Abihirt. The man's shoulder had disappeared behind the dividin
"I think you already know why I imprisoned him." A statement made Lewi hold her breath a little. The woman's reaction never escaped Moreau's eyes. She was sure she would have shown similar insistence had she been there. It took a while... at least for Lewi to think of an answer. One part of that almost happened when suddenly Gloriya interrupted. "We didn't come here to talk about why you imprisoned Froy. Lewi already knows and she still loves my son. They will also have children soon. Don't you think a little about the fate of my grandson?" "Shut up. That's your grandson, he has nothing to do with me." Just for an instant, and then Gloriya had to close her lips tightly. The woman seemed to have been affected by Abihirt's cold statement. "Don't you think bringing her here will persuade me to change my mind. I still don't care." The man continued as a complete picture, where all that remained was silence. They had the choice to keep talking about
It was already too late to understand the situation around the room, but the pure reaction Moreau showed was almost only a startled response, then remained silent as the sound of the door closing and someone's footsteps could be heard faintly lurking throughout her room. Not knowing what to really do. There were all sorts of odd, unrevealed images that shouldn't have sprung up as something lurking. Moreau didn't want to be so confident as to say Abihirt; with no idea what purpose had suddenly come looking for her. Their business; the need for him to invite the figure skating federation to simply enter into a contractual agreement was clear enough. She and Juan would still perform. Anitta had prepared everything that would be called a practice routine. Or perhaps there was one part left out, so her stepfather needed a more serious conversation. The rattling of the bed could almost be heard loud enough in the air. Moreau immediately held her breath as she felt the
"Don't you realize you're disturbing my sleep, Abi?" There was no choice. Moreau had fought hard to keep her words calm. Slightly successful... maybe. Wish it had always been that way with the prospect of it ending better. Abihirt needed to say a few things, it was okay to be brief. At least the man could hand over a clue. Woe. Instead of speaking, the man moved his face—seeking a more comfortable position, and reminding Moreau how they had faced moments like this. The time when Abihirt found Samuel in her mother's office. The man was angry, jealous, and looking for an outlet. After all, she was always the shortcut. "Abi ...." Moreau muttered almost like a whisper. While staring straight at the ceiling of the room, trying to hold back something that was suddenly quite painful. Don't know .... Maybe her feelings were not right. "Step aside a bit, Abi." There were only a few ways to be free from the various pressures. Moreau kept demanding t
The stark difference between his mother's arrival—when Gloriya came to visit and someone with indecipherable motivations was enough to give Froy a thick dose of tension, so he took the most hesitant action of simply sitting across from him—almost looking down as those gray eyes stared too intently at him. "Why are you visiting me, Uncle?" Finally, Froy would not be able to hold back any longer. The first time Abihirt set foot in this place felt almost impossible. He still waited for a short answer, knowing that his uncle had a bit of a habit of not saying anything; tended to observe the situation around him before starting; then would dominate the situation. It had been too long, urging the tension in Froy's shoulders to become something storied. His legs had been shaking under the table and his entire hand was cold like a layer of ice. He blinked repeatedly just to neutralize this kind of reaction. Perhaps being obnoxious would be enough to make him look brave, wh
"So Abi has withdrawn his report and now Froy has been released?" Moreau naturally raised one high eyebrow as she overheard her mother's conversation with someone on the other end of the line. It was certain that Gloriya was the main culprit, which explained how relief had played a role between them. A little surprising, but it was fairer not to try to make too much of it. Perhaps there was something that gave Abihirt an impact and Moreau still believed everything—they went through last night, was one of the reasons. Someone claimed to need quiet, and so did her stepfather. No wonder she didn't find him anywhere when she woke up this morning, though she thought it was a routine necessity—always rewarded by a similar pattern, not requiring a detailed description to explain. "I think Abi went straight to his office after meeting Froy. He didn't say anything to me. No one knew. It could have been a spur of the moment decision. You know he's that kind of person. But I
For a moment, Barbara sounded like she was sighing, though the woman immediately made an unusual gesture in her presence. "Froy and Lewi are getting married next week. Are you sure you're ready to attend their wedding?" Moreau's eyebrows raised faintly, feeling a little odd about what her mother was talking about. "Why are you asking me that?" She was curious, and didn't feel awkward asking Barbara that. "Perhaps because Froy is your ex-lover. If you're going to get your heart broken, you shouldn't bother involving yourself." It was funny to find her mother suddenly caring, as if Barbara's anger had run its course and she was no longer thinking about how presumptuous she had been in a silent relationship with her husband's nephew. "Who said I was going to get my heart broken?" A little curious and it was okay to ask a question that immediately made Barbara seem to think for a moment. "Didn't you guys just break up and Froy went straight into a rela
[Abi, can I borrow your phone to send you my pictures from the desert ....] Barbara's whole body boiled at the thought of what her logic was unraveling. Abihirt said that the man was still in Dubai; he would be home soon, but it was surprising to find Moreau's voice sneaking in between their conversation. This could not be regretted. No matter how much Barbara tried to deny it. She had sifted through everything that had happened there, clearly... very clearly that Moreau needed photos in the desert to send to the girl's cell phone. Probably no further explanation of what had actually happened was expected. Hell, Barbara hadn't even said a word and demanded that Abihirt talk about everything her husband had been hiding, including when Abihirt claimed to be unaware of Moreau's whereabouts the last time she had called the man while talking about her daughter's whereabouts. However, the call was unexpectedly dropped. Really, Barbara couldn't accept that one lit
However, for a moment Moreau turned her head towards herstep father when she touched the doorknob. Abihirt unexpectedly grabbed the man's cell phone on the nightstand. Perhaps there was an important rush, which indirectly reminded Moreau that there was one thing—she had forgotten to say to her stepfather. This wouldn't take long. She would just wash her face with a splash of water, then return to the man. Indeed, not for long. When Moreau looked at her reflection in the mirror, the first thing she did was take a deep breath. All the devices here belonged only to Abihirt. She would brush her teeth, later, at home. Now it was best to approach the man on the bed. Suddenly Moreau's inner explosion became enthusiastic. She had been looking forward to sending pictures in the desert that day, after starting to operate the new cell phone her stepfather had given her. Hoping Abihirt wouldn't mind when she mentioned her wildly raging goals. Moreau hurriedly crossed t
Although it wasn't .... Moreau felt something heavy pressing around her body. She blinked a few times to realize that the habitual light from the window was trying to penetrate through the dangling curtains. It was already morning. It seemed like last night's request for sleep had put her into a deep slumber. Moreau would have nothing to say about that. It was all in the past and there was no need to relive something that always ended in uncertainty in the end. As she tried to shift, she sucked in as much air as she could, wanting to stretch her stiff bones a little, but soon realized that there was hardly any room to move. Someone seemed to have trapped her; inhaling the masculine scent that rushed in, until Moreau unintentionally touched a strand of hair—it felt smooth, and she kept brushing her palm gently there. This seemed to leave a certain sensation, not knowing why the corners of her lips instinctively curled up slightly; perhaps it was because she
"Why do you keep squeezing me like this?" It took a lot of courage and determination for Moreau to finally ask the question in a half-whisper. She wanted to look back, but the clear presence of Abihirt's face made their cheeks touch. The man would certainly not say anything. Moreau instinctively let out a rough breath; letting Abihirt position himself better and now the man's face was almost trapped in the crook of her neck. Abihirt was not sleeping. That was the least Moreau could feel. Probably not going to fall asleep anytime soon either, though the man admitted to not doing much of anything himself after their long journey. After all, there were things left between them that Moreau wasn't going to just reveal. It was still about Froy and she would try to find clues. "I thought of something." Moreau began with a sense of alarm rising swiftly in her mind. When Abihirt walked into the trap, she was sure the man wouldn't suddenly become very quiet.
It was fun teasing Abihirt. That was how Moreau felt. This time she was really daring. Really going to be defiant with her stepfather and tentatively tugging at the fabric to leave only a contrasting lacy undergarment. Letting a pause occur for a moment, then hesitantly glancing at Abihirt as she had to carefully cover some parts of her body in front of the man. She was the one trying to provoke something to explode in Abihirt, but didn't want her mother's husband to be brutalized and left unrescued. Now, as she slowly inserted her hands into the holes of the cloth—wearing the T-shirt given by the man appropriately. It was done. Moreau's body was wrapped. She seemed to be drowning. Immediately looked down and witnessed how the edge of the cloth was definitely touching her thighs. Abihirt correctly guessed not to add pants. Just a thin satin undergarment and it made Moreau feel comfortable. "I'm going to bed now," she said, hurriedly looking up, only to find
Moreau looked down; realizing that she needed to do the same, but her suitcase and all her new clothes, which he had prepared when they were about to head to Dubai, were still in the car. Abihirt had given no clue about the items left outside. Perhaps he would prepare them later, when they were fully prepared and Moreau only had to wait for him to finish the remaining parts. She would not sit idly by, soon catching up to wake up and applying attention to the last time Barbara's husband's sturdy shoulders were still visible behind. Perhaps too presumptuous. Yes, it was. However, it was better than never. Every detail of Abihirt's actions was so unpredictable. The man had dressed up in an instant right there. That, at least, needed to be emphasized. There was nothing to regret, even though Moreau felt very nervous as those gray eyes stared at her intently. "You said you were still sleepy. Why aren't you sleeping?" Abihirt's deep, hoarse voice sounded as if a mistak
"I'm so sleepy and lazy to walk, can you just carry me?" Moreau did not want to take this too far when she could hardly protest to her stepfather; regarding the man's decision to be here, in the courtyard of the luxurious mansion, instead of returning to the house where they lived. Perhaps this would be enough of an understanding. Abihirt also did not show any reluctance to simply comply with what she had just tried to initiate between them, which silently made Moreau curl her lips slightly after detecting how the man got out of the car, then took a stance of taking her body—clinging tightly with both hands fully attached there. Moreau instinctively held on to her stepfather's neck. She looked up. Admiring every detail on the man's face. There was almost nothing to miss. It felt nice to imagine being on a date and Abihirt being a good lover, doing what she wanted. Though... that might not be true. That man was still her stepfather. He would always b
"I was just wondering how I could change my husband. What do you think about having child?" Barbara asked slowly. There was a look of regret when she said this. Samuel wouldn't understand her and she had no intention of telling him more. "A child from me or Abi?" Instead of offering suggestions, the man asked as if there were so many options, but Barbara needed to pick one. Yes, only one and no one could change the game she was about to start. "It's definitely Abi. He's my husband," she said indisputably. "But I touch you a lot." Woe betide her; Samuel had a way of simply knocking down the hopes she had built up on so many levels. Barbara exhaled harshly; feeling the need to raise the prospect of reality not being forgotten. "Even though you touch me often. Still, Abi is my husband. He touches me too. You're even." "Not even. You yourself admitted that Abi has been busy with a lot of work lately and it made you look for an escape. I've al
"Do you like cruise ship travel, Honey?" The sea breeze rushed across the surface of Barbara's body, leaving a sweeping impression that was too forced, but she was enjoying every bit of it here with Samuel and he had just whispered very softly in her face. Barbara smiled slightly at the feel of the man's arms reaching out tentatively, until the moving face had nuzzled around her neck. "Don't you do that, Sam!" warned Barbara after detecting that Samuel was about to take a dangerous action. She didn't want him to leave a reddish mark and if there was ever an urge to return home, she feared she would not be able to hide it from Abihirt's view. There was no word from her cold husband after the last time they had a phone conversation. Even Barbara needed to be pushed through a determined struggle until Abihirt was willing to accept a voice call and even then they spoke all too briefly. She was not satisfied yet. A little unwilling that Abihirt had gone on a trip to Dubai when s