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2024-11-07 12:40:02The faint clatter of someone's steps behind the door could be heard approaching. Added to that was the jingling of keys that gave away the information there. Someone was about to enter, but some of them had to be wary.
Moreau glanced around but found nothing—all was dark, only a few acceptable candles lit. They needed to start the countdown, then when the time came... she would twist the bottom of the confetti popper vigorously. Three .... Two .... One .... The sound of loud popping and paper flying instantly spread throughout the place. "Happy age, Darling. I love you." Barbara's voice was the first to come to the surface after the dark room burst into flames. This was part of the woman's plan. Her husband had been asked to leave for some time with the involvement of Roger, who despite the doctor's refusal, eventually agreed to kidnap and return Abihirt at the appointed time. It was already late. However, they still surprised him in theRelated chapters
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"It's getting late. Better get some sleep. I'm going to take a shower." Indeed, on the subject of water. Moreau should underline that the events of the day did not take too long. During the night, the flow had been very strong; just as in the morning, Abihirt had also used the hose to bathe Chicao. The man was now—no, just now—touching Barbara to give her a hint. "Why go straight to the room? Don't you want to eat your birthday cake first?" Her mother's question made Moreau hold her breath. It was instinctive, not caused by anything else. What was quite relevant could perhaps be related to Abihirt's current attitude. "I'll it that tomorrow." The man added as he walked away. Too cold to leave everyone almost transfixed, but also not trying to prevent. "I already told you. Aside from not liking parties, Abi is not interested in being surprised at all. You saw his expression earlier. You'd better disperse." Roger expressed such a statement as
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"And why aren't you sleeping?" Such a question was one of the many thoughts that did not reach Moreau's mind. Her shoulders were tense with attention to anything, any detail that might involve Abihirt and how the man stopped short of giving a light touch. "I still don't want to sleep," Moreau said slowly. At least she created a pause around the air. Only the sound of breathing sometimes tried to interfere with things they didn't say. "Good then." Abihirt suddenly spoke too quietly. Moreau's eyebrows knitted together deeply then said, "What's good? I can't possibly serve you here." "I'm not in the mood for sex." There was also no warning that the man would unexpectedly pull Moreau's body onto the bed. An arm that felt solid instantly wrapped around her flat stomach. Questions immediately branched out. Hoping to find an answer as to why Abihirt was looking for something here, making an attempt to sleep, when the man could also take similar action ag
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Moreau did not want to make eye contact any longer. She quickly looked down as she brought the bowl of stacked strawberries closer. The right amount of sourness and sweetness would be a complex blend—describing how the position here was. Again. Still playing the role of the third person who has to watch her mother and stepfather connect too closely. Suddenly Barbara's cell phone on the dining table vibrated. The woman turned her head briefly. A slight smile was revealed there, although there was something serious that should have been understood immediately, but her mother did not. Moreau had trouble swallowing the piece of cake down her throat as she studied every detail of the expression on Abihirt's face. "I'll go to the backyard first, Darling. Wait here for a moment. The appointment won't be long." As if in a hurry then Barbara dropped a light peck on her husband's jaw. Moreau unconsciously thinned her lips when she realized how cold Abihirt's expression was,
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Froy swallowed harshly while glancing at Abihirt's shoulder and Chicao's body in turn. His uncle didn't even turn around as he spoke, as if making eye contact was something he avoided. The question just now seemed to Froy like an original template, and he had to find a way to get rid of the remaining parts—still so high between them. Now he had found a promising prospect. At least thinking that there would be a full confession from Abihirt. Fuck as he started to step, but that only drew Abihirt's attention to turn his head. Let his uncle witness everything that was about to be done. Froy immediately grasped the axe. This was indeed too crazy. A sardonic grin tugged at the corners of his lips. He knew Abihirt had detected anything—being a possibility between them and probably considered the closest prospect as impossible. "Perhaps your beloved dog will cure you of your amnesia about your and Moreau's relationship, Uncle. You stood at the window and silently wa
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Moreau felt her entire pulse and heart forced to speed up. The loud voice in her chest was pounding. She gasped for a moment. Stunned. Almost too afraid at the thought of having just been caught doing something forbidden. Abihirt would probably be angry anyway, the man still seemed to be trying to understand the situation around him. Still learning things... where the inappropriate part was finding someone else here. Something like a new event. Moreau continued to watch every single thing Abihirt did. Staring nervously and swallowing quite hard; hoping not to hear a throaty sound like a big splutter. "What are you doing here, Moreau?" Abihirt's deep, raspy voice resembled a croak, as if the man had been completely immersed, so it took a while to recover a lost memoir. In fact, with the remnants of sleepiness still pervading, her stepfather would blink a few times, rubbing his rough face, then Moreau would find the man would not leave eye contact between them.
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No idea what made such a distinction. She was sure there were many secrets inside Abihirt and wanted the man to let them out, but her stepfather chose not to try just once. Perhaps it wasn't as if Moreau knew that Abihirt was sick enough of Barbara's infidelity to decide to retaliate in a more devious way. Her position was on the line. Moreau understood how she had been used as an outlet. Just couldn't help herself when she started to like the man. Idiot. She smiled bitterly at the thought of buying foolishness. Abihirt would not try to fall for another, while only towards Barbara was the man so in love. It was, sort of, a thing; truly pathetic. Silently taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly. Moreau tentatively extended a fingertip to simply brush across her stepfather's upper arm. Feeling every touch there, was probably what Barbara did most often anyway. There was still no specific reaction where the man's hand remained flexed in a position forming the angle
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The corner of Moreau's lips twitched faintly. No idea why this felt like something that seemed to give her leverage. Barbara really knew how to charm Abihirt, while she had never given the slightest thought to simply seeking the man's attention. It felt unnecessary—perhaps, and a little inappropriate. "It's nice to be petted by your master, doesn't it?" Still lightly stroking Chicao's soft fur. Moreau tilted her face slightly as she thought about things. She wasn't talking about the touch of Abihirt's hand on the man's pet—just something that came closest—when they started to want each other; venting everything they held back, even if it was a big mistake; as Chicao suddenly twisted her body. Almost simply making a circular pattern, following the tail that was also wagging. However, Moreau never expected Abihirt's dog to run away immediately. "Wait, Chicao. Where are you going?" The prospect of where Chicao was headed was terrifying. Moreau didn't want them t
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"Looks like you're shopping in bulk, Moreau ...." There was no impressive information when Barbara suddenly appeared after opening the door to the room a little rudely, then stood proudly with her arms folded in front of her chest. Moreau would not deny it as she stared straight in her mother's face. There was no smile. Instead, there was a cynical tendency, as if it had been in place before Barbara had set foot here. Moreau silently snorted. It was quite surprising and strange to have her mother come unexpectedly. That woman shouldn't know anything, but perhaps it was just a habit; showing up; commenting; and saying inappropriate things. In any case, she was too lazy to deal with her mother. Knowing there would be more serious problems if they eventually crossed the line. It could end up as a bad prospect to say that all of this was bought by one person. Moreau had refused when Abihirt offered something more. She just didn't want to. Coincidence—indeed; th
