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She Should Go
Moreau pursed her lips, slightly transfixed as she moved her fingertips to study the jagged texture of the bracelet chain, which Abihirt had probably given her while she was still sleeping. Perhaps that was why just a moment ago she had found Abihirt sitting on the edge of the bed in silence, until the man's presence seemed to pierce her heart in the morning.
"My mother will ask where I got it from," Moreau said in a sort of steep dilemma. She paused, then solemnly woke up to the faintly creaking bed. "She won't get angry." Really? The man's deep, hoarse voice reassured her nonetheless. Was there any guarantee in Abihirt's statement? Moreau was not too sure. Trying not to put away the bracelet that seemed to fit perfectly on her hand, while she knew the man had gotten up. "I shouldRelated chapters
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The unexpected training schedule was a little different from what it should have been, as Anitta suddenly said that they would be going for wardrobe measurements. Moreau and Juan needed something that fit well, as well as something that was relevant to the concept they were bringing to the tournament. At first, their coach asked for opinions, even offering Barbara as the first choice from a list of designers, which Moreau obviously couldn't accept. She knew her mother. If an argument like yesterday's were to happen again in the future, there would always be a threat from that woman's mouth. Moreau didn't want to be put at risk, and eventually submitted Mrs. Smift as an alternative proposal. It was quite a relief that Anitta did not refuse. Previously, all deals had to be discussed with the management. It was not that complicated this time, as permission was immediately obtained to be here. Moreau w
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The message could not be delayed when Abihirt had magically read it. It was too short, if they were trying to be inconspicuous. However, this had been done to keep the profile safe. [That will be your business.] It seemed that Moreau was starting to feel challenged from Abihirt's short string of sentences. She was about to add a reply... when realized that several pairs of eyes were staring at ger. Mrs. Smift's face was most significant, harboring an overwhelming curiosity towards what Moreau was doing with her cell phone. It was hard to add the man to the contact list. She wanted Abihirt's cell phone number to remain anonymous. Woefully, the problem was not just about that, for now. "You'd better not be busy yourself while we're here, Moreau." Anitta's reprimand instantly anticipated Moreau to completely abandon any intention of adding insult to injury to her
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"I won't get the right size if you're still wearing your clothes." Moreau immediately looked down at the fabric on her body. These long clothes with the high neck collar were Abihirt's gift. She didn't know where the man got the initiative to give her all-covering clothes. It was not tight enough, nor was it excessively loose. It fit true to size, as if Abihirt had been so adept at handing out constant assessments, when it came to comparing directly with Mrs. Smift... the real dasigner. "Can't we take measurements with me dressed like this?" "Of course not. You and Juan will do the fitting several times until I get a stable result. So, we won't miss the first one." Attempts to negotiate seemed futile. Moreau hesitantly grimaced while staring at the device in the woman's hand. She would not cross the finish line if just starting out had so mu
Forbidden Agreements One Night Stand
"One more shot." Moreau had been dealing with bad press all day. Her ex-boyfriend had unilaterally made the choice to end their relationship. She had been asking for a definitive reason since that sad moment, but Froy and the man's angry gaze were clearly refusing to talk. What an irony. Tomorrow was her mother's wedding day, and Moreau had no idea what the groom looked like. They were not introduced. Her mother was planning a silent necessity. There was even so much other pressure to leave serious blotches that it felt like they were punching holes in Moreau's heart. She was almost desperate to figure things out. Moments ago, she decided to go to a bar with the intention of calming down. The striking red dress was perfect on Moreau's slim body. Apparently, in front of the bar counter, Moreau was sitting alone. Staring at a few empty glasses—the wine was gone. Thus, her throat was like ashes with the remains of a fire. It was completely barren. Moreau never thought that she would ge
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Abihirt Lincoln woke up to find a young girl wrapped in thick blankets in his bed. He blinked a few times, trying hard to remember the remnants of last night's bet. The bastard Roki had brazenly added stimulant powder to the last cocktail glass—which had to be gulped down—to celebrate the upcoming wedding day. "Asshole!" Abihirt cursed while rubbing his rough face. This morning was the blessing. He glanced at the digital clock on the nightstand. 30 minutes to go, but as the groom-Abihirt had yet to make any preparations. For a moment, the gray eyes scanned the innocent face, which slowly began to frown to avoid the light streaming through the white curtains. Abihirt picked up the cloth scattered around the edge of the bed. Putting his white shirt back on, he raised one eyebrow high when he noticed that the bright blue iris had completely opened and were staring in complete surprise. "Who are you?" Moreau's breath caught. No one would have expected that in front of her a full-grow
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A futile attempt at escape. Moreau's breath caught at the reflection in the mirror. A person with a pale-even completely disheveled-face was trying to compose herself. Moreau didn't know what else she could do after this. When Barbara noticed such a slow arrival at the wedding, her steps immediately left the people around. There was no better place to hide than the hotel bathroom. Moreau was still at a loss as to what to do after accepting the fact that last night's forbidden act had crossed the line. Literally-the incident with the strange man would not have fallen into the most complicated rut. They were not related by blood. He would just be Moreau's stepfather, though there was one important thing... she would feel awkward when they were under the same roof. Moreau was sure she could have become independent, had Barbara given her permission. It was just that she considered Moreau an asset and would not allow her to take one step out of the building left behind by her biolog
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"You should get along better with my new husband, Moreau. But you must remember to behave yourself. Don't wear sexy clothes while Abi is home." So early in the morning Barbara had said a series of words, which had not even crossed Moreau's mind. She found it odd to think that since when would Barbara care about how she dressed? Never. Only after she had remarried. All the anticipation was there and the slightest hint of a cornered tone as if Moreau had been prepared, or perhaps Barbara had a hunch? Moreau would make sure that what happened that night. Would never happen again. "Did you hear me, Moreau?" Barbara's question again - the song filled the room, pushing Moreau back to the surface. She blinked, then glanced at her mother's stern face. "I dress openly only when performing on stage or at important tournaments. Even then, it's still within polite and normal levels. The rest of the time, as you've always seen, my clothes are ordinary," Moreau snarled as she pulled the
Forbidden Agreements Unexpected encounters
"I've warned you many times, Abi. Stop consuming alcohol. You know it has unpredictable interactions with medications. Your vitamins will be waiting if you don't show up on time." Roger always had a reason to lecture him with all kinds of sentences that unfolded at times like this. The special check-up schedule, which unfortunately could not be rearranged, despite Abihirt's serious attempts to avoid the doctor and most intimate cousin. He gave Roger a half squint after the man slid a bottle of vitamin capsules and circled the schedule for a blood transfusion. "Come back here next week. Got it, Abi-oh stop playing with my expensive collection!" Roger immediately got up-not that he was going to let Abihirt run his fingertips over his expensive robot series. He quickly slid the glass cabinet shut-carefully-then pocketed the key into his coat pocket. There were various kinds of patients, and they did not dare to just glance, but this one was an exception. "Let me remind you again,
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