All Chapters of Forbidden Agreements: Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

"Froy is not a child anymore. I will not defend him." An oddly implied tone behind Abihirt's deep, raspy voice. Moreau almost squinted as she silently searched for an answer. However, not everyone was good at breaking through something so solidly there. This was what it felt like when things felt unusually suspended. "Then why are you accusing me?" Perhaps a fishing question would help a little. Moreau was interested in challenging a grown man's temper, or perhaps—on special confession—that she took an interest in her stepfather's passion. Knew that Abihirt was struggling with restraint. It was barely revealed, as if a brief discipline had been signaled against trying to put black ink between their decisions. Suddenly, all was tense as Moreau realized there was no sense of humor behind her stepfather's shoulders. Not now or ever. The man was really staring. Detailing a picture of a sadist. "You are under the influence of rules and should obey whatever h

Abihirt's upcoming question was probably one of the many things the man was interjecting. Moreau swallowed harshly in pure reaction after observing the parting of the line on her stepfather's lower lip. She had to really observe and re-imagine how the hot kiss became a familiar sensation. "Ya, I still won't obey." It took a lot of self-control, and Moreau only mastered that after a while. She was trying to limit her distance with Abihirt, though it suddenly felt difficult to do. "You will be punished then." Her stepfather continued to say calmly, leaving Moreau a little clueless so she pressed her lips together just to find the wrong justification there. She never thought there would be a punishment. "So that's what I get for being your submissive?" she asked to be absolutely sure. Wasn't there anything else that wouldn't give her a bitter feeling? Moreau did not agree that Abihirt would arrange such a severe punishment without even thinking that she w

"You must believe me. I saw Uncle Abi come out of Moreau's room myself. It was almost midnight when I finished swimming." The sound from outside drew Moreau to blink a few times, even though she had tried hard to wake up from keeping her eyes closed. Froy .... The man's voice was the most dominating, it took a moment at least for Moreau to fully comprehend the flashes of chaos that were being scattered there. She gasped instantly, hoping this was a dream, but the conversation behind the layers of room walls had shown her the truth. What had Froy seen and known? Moreau's mind wondered, so afraid, if last night the man had been drenched in information about Abihirt deciding to take punitive action; for a single mistake in the middle of normal tolerance. Her stepfather simply did not want to admit to a pointless self-defense. Instead, he was willing to take a risky risk like this. Where is Abihirt now? Moreau blinked rapidly. She wanted to get up, th

Moreau looked at her stepfather skeptically. The man should have understood the hint she had given. It was not like this; plunging their secret scandal into a big hole to explode with the truce bomb placed inside. She wanted to be angry, but it was useless. Moreau would not be able to do anything more serious when Barbara was still showing a despondent expression, even though the woman had marked her as an easy target... if only, knowing something more serious right now. "What were you doing in Moreau's room?" Another question was soon detailed. Moreau did not even want to look at Abihirt's face, whether the man had gathered instant answers or simply had no real expression to avoid the age-old problem-still a terrible mess. "Returning the bracelet that fell in the courtyard outside." It all happened so suddenly. Moreau flinched slightly, then instinctively looked down at her wrist. Something that must not be forgotten. It was Abihirt, who had

"You've been waiting for it all this time. Here's yours, sweet girl." Roger's glare at least made Moreau unable to refrain from bursting into laughter. The man had been busy in front of the grill, smelling of smoke, accompanying Abihirt who didn't say much, but that was how they mingled; not to leave a suspicious impression, so Barbara could casually carry on a conversation with Gloriya on the terrace. The women were preparing the spices-now it was time to rest. Moreau should have done the same. However, she decided to engage in the busiest activities, such as currently holding a tray of three plates with a few pieces of cooked meat, and the rest at Gloriya and Barbara's request. "Thank you, Chef Roger. You were very gracious tonight." She added as she prepared to leave the two grown men there. There was no intention of insinuating Abihirt. The words came out of nowhere and she did not expect the gray eyes to stare at her for a moment. It was too short. Perhaps Mo