All Chapters of Forbidden Agreements: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

"What should I tell my mother?" Moreau did not want to buy herself tension. Abihirt had decided that they were sleeping here, so the man needed to be involved in their business. Not just stare at her in silence, then be awakened by a vibrating cell phone. "Yes?" Moreau swallowed hard to absorb Abihirt's deep, raspy voice as her stepfather answered someone's call. It was probably Barbara, so she was not bold enough to raise anything that would add to the list of suspicions. Let Abihirt finish the conversation on the other side while the answer to her mother's question still needed to be figured out. "I told you earlier in your office." "Yes. Not coming home." It went on like that. Moreau's observations seemed to have gotten so steep, though she didn't know what to expect more specifically. Barbara had certainly asked something. It was unclear whether the woman was trying to reconfirm or was simply not well-informed.

"What took you so long?" In addition, adding an unusual tone of voice. Moreau thought there would be a bit of an argument, and maybe not... because some things could have ended worse. Especially when her stepfather started spelling out answers in a defensive manner. "I just woke up." "I know you just woke up. But why lock the door and let me wait outside for so long?" Barbara's questions resembled scathing words. Hardly allowing too long a pause. The woman's exhale was not conducive, as if some fears were incarnated as something painful. "No one knew you would be here, Barbara." However, Abihirt's statement was still one of self-defense. The man was perhaps too calm, though... Moreau needed to underline at least-a brief mistake, which made Barbara tend to be like she wanted to confirm something. "No one knew ....?" the woman asked with a certain suspicion. Moreau held her breath, then slightly stepped away from the window of Abihirt's room.

"Yes, Darling. I'm sorry," she said as she pushed away the remaining distance to touch Abihirt's rough jaw. Barbara's actions always ended up bolder when she draped both arms around the man's neck, smiled, and had to look up. "You're not thinking anything bad, are you, Darling?" "I think you're the one thinking bad thoughts." Barbara admitted it. It was her fault for jumping to conclusions too quickly. But at the very least, she wanted Abihirt to also understand about instant worry. There was a pure reaction that was difficult to control. Just like earlier... through a false start, something in her mind exploded with fear. Barbara shook her head faintly, then looked straight into those gray eyes with a slightly calmer heartbeat. "I believe you, Darling. But, after this maybe... I'll go straight to the office," she said in almost a half-whisper. Let Abihirt respond. She was pleased when the man began to offer a hand to stroke the top of her head. An acti

Moreau could guess; perhaps... Abihirt was pretending to be sympathetic after hearing this news, even though the man knew best what specifically happened and ended up with a grievous injury. "I called your father, since he's quite good at massages. Abi used to always handle my legs when I sprained them. It might be useful for your problem." Barbara seemed to notice something odd, evident in Moreau's tense face. She blinked. Immediately looked at the woman. Almost... yes, almost said something, though in the end decided against it. Let Abihirt say nothing and they would not get along. Suddenly the bed rattled. Moreau harbored doubts in the back of her mind knowing Barbara was getting up, as if the woman wanted to make room for Abihirt. There were certain gestures and signals, so Abihirt's tall body immediately bent down to propose a fingertip to the ankle that was in pain. Moreau winced slightly. Almost brushed off her stepfather's hand, but then only tightene

"My mother is probably angry." Moreau added when she knew there would be no hope. There was no way Abihirt would add an answer after the past time. The man simply stood still, towering over her, while bearing the weight of the body that still rested on that sturdy back. "Your mother will not be angry." It was good to hear that phrase if it was true. Occasionally Moreau would deliberately inhale the masculine scent in the hollow of Abihirt's neck. She did not know if her stepfather was aware of such actions. Probably not, or if the man was just trying not to be affected by whatever she was doing. "You know what my mother does at this hour, that's why you can say that." Moreau's whisper sounded fatal at the moment she had to say each sentence softly. Not wanting to draw the attention of several people to stare back at her. They shouldn't be the center of attention, just because of the way Abihirt handled the act of caring like an affectionate lover, but t