Shocking

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 biological father. Moreau didn't know how to persuade either. As far as she was concerned, Barbara was an anti-critic. There had never been any rebuttal.

Moreau exhaled a desperate breath. With an outstretched arm, she turned the faucet. The water soon splashed, while her palms began to collect it to wash her face.

Moreau wanted to calm down. Maybe after this she could leave the hotel, let Barbara enjoy her wedding day with her new husband. They looked good together with the age gap, but that was because Moreau recognized that her mother was beautiful.

The tap water was immediately turned off. She slowly straightened up and pouted, her face wet with a few beads dripping from her jaw. Moreau just watched, either regretting the decision to go to the bar last night or not arriving a few minutes sooner, and getting the wedding canceled. Irony. Neither was a good prospect. Just like she had to deal with a bad situation when the door was knocked rather roughly out there.

Who is it?

Moreau wondered puzzled. However, decided to take a step closer. Hesitantly, her fingertips touched the door handle. And once the bathroom door was opened. Moreau was extremely surprised to find the towering stranger who had been with her in the hotel room earlier that morning.

What did the man want to do by catching up with her? Where was Barbara? Moreau was already so afraid. Suddenly a deep, sensual raspy voice had something to say.

"Your mom is looking for you."

Moreau was suddenly overcome with nervousness. It felt like there was nothing she could think of to do but respond to this man. She had only intended to walk away, but the touch on her wrist demanded Moreau to observe the steady, tight grip there. She immediately looked up. A faint grin twitched before her. Horrifying, and once again the man gave the impression of surprise.

"What did you lock the door for?"

Moreau asked warily as she took a step back, but Abihirt had a serious reason after learning that the girl he had slept with last night was officially his daughter.

Damn it, Abihirt saw the red spot on the bed. However, he had to act as if he did not find anything from the rest of last night's lovemaking, although along the way he could not leave the memory of such a beautiful body, which confirmed that a few cocktails did not completely take away his consciousness.

"So you are Moreau?"

Touching Moreau's body was a 'must' action, to get rid of the searing effects of the stimulating drink. Abihirt would consider it a kind of brief accident. Roki who pushed his body towards the bar table where Moreau was half-falling face down-looked like a desperate girl, so Abihirt had no choice but to offer her the hotel bed.

"I have something to talk about."

"You're going to tell my mother?"

Enough with the sensuously deep, raspy voice in her ear. Suddenly, Moreau had a bad feeling. She gazed warily at the stern facial structure filled with anticipation. Unfortunately, there was hardly a clue from that flat expression.

"I won't tell your mother about anything."

There was some relief, but Moreau had to hold her breath when Abihirt took a step closer. Pushing slowly until his hips touched the edge of the sink.

"You're my stepdad now. And perhaps I should call you by your proper title," Moreau said with a tone of rejection. No idea what the gray-eyed man who stared intensely at her wanted. The anticipation within Moreau would become a big lump after the man slowly took a step back.

"You're right. But I don't like being called father or anything related by a girl of this size. You're probably around 19 years old?"

That was true. However, Moreau did not say anything just to agree. Just waiting for the right time for Abihirt to walk away left the air around silent. It seemed like she needed to remember that the man had something to reveal. Were his intentions thwarted? Or was it because Moreau had offended the tall man?