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"What should I tell my mother?"
Moreau did not want to buy herself tension. Abihirt had decided that they were sleeping here, so the man needed to be involved in their business. Not just stare at her in silence, then be awakened by a vibrating cell phone. "Yes?" Moreau swallowed hard to absorb Abihirt's deep, raspy voice as her stepfather answered someone's call. It was probably Barbara, so she was not bold enough to raise anything that would add to the list of suspicions. Let Abihirt finish the conversation on the other side while the answer to her mother's question still needed to be figured out. "I told you earlier in your office." "Yes. Not coming home." It went on like that. Moreau's observations seemed to have gotten so steep, though she didn't know what to expect more specifically. Barbara had certainly asked something. It was unclear whether the woman was trying to reconfirm or was simply not well-informed.Related chapters
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"Darling, why is your bedroom door locked?" A loud voice beyond the vines pulled Moreau to the surface. Her brow furrowed seriously at something that felt so close. It was familiar, but it took effort to realize the catastrophe was only a lineal distance away. Well, it took at least one more hit of the scream over there... to bring Moreau into serious civilization. "Darling, open the door!" This time it was a severe shock. Moreau blinked rapidly, almost jumping when her breathing was still labored. What had happened? She was still wondering, though this wasn't a time for foolishness. "What are you doing in there?" Barbara's voice. Woefully, Moreau stared at the door in complete shock. Her heart felt like it had just been hollowed out. Someone had planted a bomb, and it had exploded into pieces. How horrible. How was this going to happen? There was no information about her mother's arrival. Moreau neve
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"You could have killed yourself." "I know. But it was you who couldn't keep my mother from approaching the balcony." There was nothing wrong with his words. It was true, but Abihirt did not exactly add a rebuttal. If her father could have prevented every second of Barbara's rage, there might never have been an incident like this morning. "Get ready. I'll take you to the hospital." Now. Suddenly the man said something Moreau had never thought of. She was startled and stared with an expression of disbelief. "It will heal eventually," he argued slowly. Hospital was not on the list. Moreau worried that Barbara would think of something, the worst, when the woman learned of Abihirt's plan. "You need your legs to be okay to do activities." Such a statement was made without giving Moreau a chance to argue. She was even helpless as the man started combing through the wardrobe. Picking up one of the thick fabrics, it
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"My mother is probably angry." Moreau added when she knew there would be no hope. There was no way Abihirt would add an answer after the past time. The man simply stood still, towering over her, while bearing the weight of the body that still rested on that sturdy back. "Your mother will not be angry." It was good to hear that phrase if it was true. Occasionally Moreau would deliberately inhale the masculine scent in the hollow of Abihirt's neck. She did not know if her stepfather was aware of such actions. Probably not, or if the man was just trying not to be affected by whatever she was doing. "You know what my mother does at this hour, that's why you can say that." Moreau's whisper sounded fatal at the moment she had to say each sentence softly. Not wanting to draw the attention of several people to stare back at her. They shouldn't be the center of attention, just because of the way Abihirt handled the act of caring like an affectionate lover, but t
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