All Chapters of Forbidden Agreements: Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

Moreau smiled slightly to detect Chicao's round eyes gazing up at her. The dog's long tongue also stuck out in a characteristic mouth curve. She didn't understand what Chicao was trying to convey, perhaps Chicao intended to share a similar experience, to tell her that they had a caring father, though Moreau had to distinguish between the truth and other specifics. The situation was too complicated to describe. A situation not worth measuring against Abihirt's treatment. "You can leave your Chicao here." She finally said that after thinking about the time Abihirt had spent in her room. Having absolutely no desire to trouble the man."You can go, Abi. We're fine here." Moreau added after Abihirt placed Chicao not far from her feet. The Cocker Spaniel simply cowered as she stared at the sturdy body in work clothes towering over her. Eye contact was brief when Abihirt made the first move. The man gazed at Chicao, slowly raised a hand to simply stroke the top of the do

"Are you sure we're going to win?" Juan's question technically added to the tension they felt. Moreau swallowed harshly, there was hardly any room to contain the doubts she herself couldn't quite control either. However, as a team, they had to trust each other, despite the training and other efforts of the past few weeks. Everything had been prepared to the best of their ability. Even the costumes of choice, by Mrs. Smift, had been beautifully adhered to their bodies, the lady just so happened to have made a video call for support, given that Spain was not the host. It was just a matter of waiting for her turn to perform, and it felt like Moreau really couldn't get rid of the tension around her shoulders and the various gal she was dealing with."We're definitely going to win," She said almost wistfully. There's no denying that the figure skatting pairs carrying other countries' names are great. "Yes, you will definitely win. You must win." Suddenly a w

"You will come home with me after everything is over." That statement was all that remained in Moreau's mind now that she was here. Sitting quietly facing the journey home while occasionally shifting her attention out the window. While Abihirt was on the other side, looking like he was talking about something serious with Gabriel. Probably so important that there was hardly anything else the man could do, though occasionally their eyes would meet, and Moreau decided to step aside first. Unfortunately, she never expected that Abihirt would appear, taking up a position so close when the man's business was done. A masculine scent instantly wafted around her face. Moreau wanted to sink deeper by making the need to catch her breath unmissable. Suddenly she felt something move tentatively and realized Abihirt was holding the gold medallion that was still around her neck. Strange. The man's gray irises seemed to hold a certain thought.

After arriving in Spain, where they were staying, Moreau went straight to her room as she needed a long rest. Exhausted and guilt—ridden were two inseparable combo packages. She barely understood why being with Abihirt... made them so good at hiding the truth. Still lingering was the memory of Barbara's enthusiastic welcome. The woman was even too impatient when she wanted to touch her gold medal. There was no refusal. Of course. Moreau had let Barbara's fingertips feel the solid sphere of precious metal. The woman smiled broadly, briefly, but said nothing more as the moments passed. The euphoric reaction was indeed too brief. After all, no one expected any exaggeration. Moreau breathed repeatedly while trying to sleep. She began to drift off to sleep and suddenly the sound of a knock on the door from outside drew all her attention to look behind her. Barbara unexpectedly stood there, then immediately closed the door simply stepping into the room. She had somethin

Froy's existence was never imagined to be on the meeting list. However, Moreau couldn't say anything when they were engaged in the same place. The man kept looking at her as if something was left behind, wrong and they needed to resolve. There shouldn't have been. Moreau was sure Froy had already considered his earliest decision the right choice. Hadn't the agenda to marry Lewi been stated by the man's own mouth? It was not surprising anymore—if anything, it was most likely that Froy was just saving some things to talk about. At the very least, still overwhelmed by the need for restraint. Not here. The moment where they had just paired off at the entrance, while Barbara was dealing with the mature woman who had introduced herself as the man's mother in front of Moreau, Gloriya... and was Abihirt's sister. Moreau still did not understand the genealogy of her stepfather's family. It just so happened that Abihirt did not come along on the jou