All Chapters of Forbidden Agreements: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Moreau had expected that there would be a moment where she faced her stepfather's question after Roki's statement, which made the man stare with a smart glint in his eyes. Something that really did not need to be considered odd. Everyone would know their true relationship; bound into a family relationship, and should not be involved with illicit agreements. "What is there that I don't need to say?" Moreau asked back. She knew exactly the man's intentions, choosing not to show them in Abihirt's presence. The thing was, this should not have been brought up. Moreau only intended to correct Roki's train of thought, so as not to keep thinking things with bad connotations between them, and also to avoid the conversation getting too steep. "You spoke to Roki about the relationship between you and your mother?" "That's the case, isn't it, in fact?" Moreau

The touch of Moreau's hand finally ended up being an arm around her stepfather's neck. Returning every brush of lips, though every now and then... a vestige of sanity tried to betray. Taking the time to let Moreau's logic and body language battle it out. She was battered to serve the man before her, slowly forced to open her legs wider as Abihirt had stripped off the cloth pants, which then pooled under the man's legs. "This is your office, Abi." Moreau pressed her stepfather's chest, hoping this would remind them of their overwhelming desire. The passion in the man's eyes had been unconditional. This was where they would end their wild love-making. Moreau's lips parted to find the man had entered her. Abihirt's sexy hips moved, as if infiltrating between Moreau's pulses to make her crumble, mistaken, helpless, then clung tightly to the man's shoulders. "Abi ...." Moreau let out a stifled groan. Every sensation was moving toward her center. So much so that she wasn't sure she

Just a glimpse... Barbara noticed a faint twitch of the man's eyebrows, and in that instant Abihirt had placed a hand on the line of her shoulder. Almost squeezing, but not really."I don't know which Moreau's perfume you're referring to." It was said very convincingly. Barbara pursed her lips instinctively. Her husband's calm demeanor never seemed to cross the line. They began to step into the house after Abihirt took over the grip on the suitcase to follow every inch of their steps. "The perfume I gave her. There's still a sample of it in our room, maybe you accidentally wore it?" Shallow memories unexpectedly filled in the gaps at the top of Barbara's knowledge. She was slightly relieved after being able to reach the forgotten image. A month or two ago, aquatic perfumes like the scent of the sea and fresh air were left to the thrifty Moreau

Early in the morning, Moreau could hardly remember facing such an entertaining situation when she noticed that some guests, her mother's family, had arrived and were gathered at the dining table. It just so happened that little Troyas was playing with a tableware on a woman's lap. Moreau immediately stepped closer, occasionally rubbing the stocky cheek, whose owner seemed indifferent to the other arrivals. "Can I borrow your son for a moment, Lauren?" She reached out impatiently, knowing that the woman called carefully, the niece of her mother, never minded leaving the two-year-old boy, or Moreau could call the adorable little nephew. She kissed Troyas' face when the boy was too busy playing with the plastic spoon in his hand. The baby scent was still so distinctive. Moreau couldn't resist even more, sniffing the back of the tightly packed neck while hugging Troyas, letting the little boy sit on her lap quietly.

"What's going on?" The anticipation-laden question was the last Moreau could spare after silently noticing her mother was already in the back with the towering Abihirt. The pause between them left the tension to continue gripping, but nevertheless, she had to make eye contact. Something that instinctively made Moreau hold her breath when she got a pure reaction from Barbara. Silence, so slow to digest the situation there. The attention of those irises, blank, riveted to a single scene on the floor. The shards of the urn had been scattered. Yet, she was the one who had to be responsible for resolving the events here. Woefully, Moreau had not yet had a chance to say anything, while the tendrils she noticed Lauren seemed to be struggling to find her son's whereabouts. Troyas reacted instantly to the woman's arriv