All Chapters of Forbidden Agreements: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

Everyone enjoyed Gloriya's birthday party, but only one revealed no interest in getting involved in any of the scenes. Moreau was surprised to learn that Chicao had been brought all the way to the countryside and was now keeping Abihirt company. The man, dressed in a white collared shirt, was rubbing the dog's fur with rapt attention. Perhaps Abihirt had no significant intention of simply being in the middle of a family gathering. In fact, in moment ago, he had tended to shy away, despite Barbara's occasional attempts at persuasion. Now Moreau's attention was slightly distracted when she noticed her mother taking a step closer with a slice of birthday cake in hand. The woman's smile was wide after plopping down on the sofa, right next to Abihirt, though there was barely an enthusiastic reaction to the woman's arrival. Abihirt gave her a brief look, then went back to the business of brushing the dog's fur. "I haven't seen you touch anything in a while. Have some cake, Dar

Moreau did not understand what kind of purpose Abihirt had when the man told a false statement. Barbara was not looking for her at all. Instead, it was unfair to make accusations out of thin air. Barbara mentioned that she was only seeking attention by deliberately coming over while the woman was talking about something with Gloriya, to which Roger added between them. However, after all... that was a few hours ago. Gloriya's birthday celebrations had even been finalized with most of her stepfather's family having left the countryside. Only a few remained, who had been involved in making preparations from the start. Like her mother who indirectly became part of the family. "Where are you going this afternoon?" There was a beautiful meadow, but Moreau felt no need to answer Barbara's question explicitly. She just stared at the woman for a while before finally summing up the short statement at the top of her head. "I'd like to take a

"Where is the bracelet Abi gave you?" Barbara's question was the most surprising part of Moreau's day as she still faced the need to wash the dishes. Never having realized that the woman would observe the details of her body, to the point of asking questions, she herself did not know when the chain bracelet Abihirt had given her disappeared from civilization. Perhaps it was during times when Moreau was doing heavy work, which always involved hand movements, or perhaps she was too careless to simply keep something on her wrist. Not knowing if the man would be angry if she told him this, because Abihirt didn't seem to have any serious interest in talking, making contact, etc. to anyone he met, even during dinner. Blinking. Moreau tried to remember the last time she realized the bracelet the man had given her was still on her hand. However, no matter how far she tried. It seemed too impossible to find any clues. There was nothing left from all the effort of searching

"I know you will always have my best interests at heart." Froy's voice was punctuated by a ragged breath. The man's lips were half-open, looking slick under the light. Occasionally, the same wet fingers moved the remaining hair in front of his forehead back. Fortunately, it did not test Moreau's ability to restrain hersf. She was not interested. Completely reluctant to think even a little about their irrelevant business. Froy was far too confident for the man to take her actions as serious business. "I'm here because of your mother," Moreau emphasized, so the man would know and not try to make a futile approach. She intended to leave this place as soon as possible. Leaving behind a conversation that would trap her between complicated choices. "You're in a hurry." Suddenly, Froy said that. It should not have stopped Moreau if the man had not accidentally created another sound. Splashing water. She turned away and sure enough... suddenly a splash landed direct

"What are you and Froy doing in the pool?" Moreau's breath caught as if it needed to prevent it from staying stuck in the middle of her throat, while the urge to jump up and be completely still, transfixed, facing the source of the voice with a sense of tension, was the most horrible option. She had just stepped into the room soaking wet. The need to simply strip off the wet cloths on her body was suddenly discouraged. Abihirt had given no hint of appearing, but the man had been so close. In fact, that they were trapped in the same room together. There was nothing Moreau could find behind her stepfather's gray eyes, though Abihirt seemed to have kept various things on the man's mind. A look that resembled a cynic as if he was dispensing justice. However, Moreau did not understand what they needed to emphasize. About Froy's unpleasant behavior, really, things were out of control., "What are you doing here?" Instead of talking about something that seemed