"Where have you been, Abi? I've been calling you, but your cell phone is always busy."
Barbara's enthusiasm was unbeatable as she blocked her husband from the entrance. Abihirt was always immaculate and there was also never a hint of influence as the man walked in with a flat expression on his face. She immediately took the arm that was stretched out beside her husband's body, clasping it tightly as they walked together into the room. Honestly, Barbara could guess where Abihirt was going, but she did want to add a sensitive narrative. Knowing her husband didn't hold much conversation other than loosening the shirt collar and stripping off the contrasting black suit. A combination far different from Samuel's demeanor. So opposite that Barbara didn't harbor any rumblings of guilt when she was really just looking for an outlet. Being with Abihirt could put the economic market on a substantial line. While it was onlWith her cell phone clutched tightly in her hand, Barbara shook her head vaguely. It was important to wait for Abihirt to calm down a bit as the expression on the man's face was still so dark. Although she was not sure, but Barbara still suspected that—if Abihirt seemed to be holding something back. Her husband immediately left the place last time, even closing the door quite roughly at least. The air in the crevice of Barbara's lips immediately rushed out. First she made sure the bathroom faucet was running. Then she looked down at her cell phone with one name left behind. She turned to call the man and got a response just seconds into the wait. "You almost got me caught." Barbara dropped her butt to the edge of the bed and massaged her forehead gently. Samuel grinned, as if the man loved a challenge. If Samuel had experienced the shock of Abihir
"I'm just asking. Is it wrong?" She did not hesitate to ask such a question. Still very seriously observing. However, as if there was nothing to worry about, Abihirt just made her look back at the man's broad shoulders. Barbara realized that her husband had immediately picked up the clothes in the first place. "Yes. Moreau was with me this noon." Barbara's mind was ambushed by a sigh of relief. She had thought her husband would deny it after not giving her the slightest bit of information about what she had instead learned from others. Anitta had asked something about the man, and then accidentally said it. It was a kind of reassurance that was not so certain. "Moreau was with you this noon, but now the girl hasn't returned. Do you know where she is?"
Moreau could hardly believe that she would wake up here, in a cozy room to find a familiar face—handsome—so close from such a distance. Perhaps she was dreaming .... For a few moments Moreau's mind had to bind the remaining consciousness. With a frown, her body reacted purely through the need to adjust her position to actually sleep on her side. It was almost subconsciously done that her arm reached for another pillow as hugging material. It was too early in the morning, Moreau wasn't sure if there was anything that could be resolved here at her stepfather's house after they had not discussed certain information, or simply Abihirt handing over a serious ban. The man left after touching her, an important point Moreau did not forget. She should have. However, suddenly the urgent instinct seemed to tell. She stopped herself from going back to sleep, after a moment of realizing something was wrong.
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 should
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
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
"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
"I thought you had forgotten the way home." Moreau had just stepped into the living room, but she had to find her mother there, waiting as if the woman's time was dedicated to only one thing. "Where were you last night?" This time the direct question was left floating around in the air. Moreau didn't know if it was necessary to be sure of the moment - the right moment to say the answer. Perhaps he would never get the chance if he ignored everything here. "Anywhere, as long as it's a place where I can sleep comfortably." The boldness behind Moreau's voice seemed to set Barbara's reaction in motion. The woman immediately got up and folded her arms in front of her chest. "You can just say specifically where you were last night. I know you didn't go to Juan's residence, but that doesn't mean you have to let me think too much," the woman said. The sour expression