All Chapters of Forbidden Agreements: Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

Impatiently, Moreau's arms moved to simply slice the rib meat into pieces. She would leave the most tender ones for the end. Now it was necessary to add Gloriya's homemade chili sauce on the side, despite feeling even hungrier as she inhaled the aroma that wafted across the surface deeply. The first mouthful was engulfed in a peaceful sweep like the explosion of a worn-out sensation, but Moreau barely felt it. As if the word busy was the first to describe if—then... there was hardly an agenda like this on Barbara's bucket list. It was only when the woman returned to marriage that a desire was awakened so briefly. Still with the need to chew, savoring the various touches that exploded. Moreau circulated her gaze to trace every corner of the place. The conversation between Barbara and Gloriya did not seem to be ending soon. She wasn't interested enough in just finding out, immediately moving her attention to Abihirt's form there. The man was no longer in front of t

"What are you doing here?" She asked skeptically, adding a bit of anticipation considering the man's basic demeanor was powered by real sources. Froy had declared a monstrous desire—which would quickly become a food chain scourge. It was a miracle if Moreau still had a single functioning nerve until tonight to deal with things; it sickened her to no end. "This is the kitchen. Anyone has the right to come here." That was Froy's statement. Calm, but somewhat sarcastic. There was a way to learn how to convey objections with subtle expressions. By the time the man did so, Moreau was hoping Froy would understand the bitterest part of irony. "When did you get to the countryside?" She was just trying not to send something home by pulling it up, then throwing it over a cliff. Whatever if it turned out that Froy had a specific purpose in mind, it was best that the man not do anything out of the blue. "Just now, it happened to coincide when you stepped into the h

Their power was not matched and even with Froy locking down the movement of her legs—Moreau could not attack from any direction. She hoped someone would come to her aid. Hoping someone would come to give the insolent bastard right now, right here, an instant lesson. Hoping things would come to a head and be taken into consideration. Froy had crossed the line of uncertain ambition. Too bold. Crazy. And yet, not sane enough to realize it immediately. His actions were not one of many ways to get better. It was truly shameful. Moreau seemed not to want to hear when the man said again. "When Uncle Abi held your hand in the office basement that day, I already felt very strange. It's even stranger that your mother and my uncle are married. What kind of coincidence, Moreau? Shouldn't you not be holding hands?" "Your uncle grabbed my hand, because he probably felt you were making me uncomfortable. You've always been like that. I'm already his stepdaughter, it's only natura

Her stepfather was still holding back. Moreau again swallowed harshly to keep the unexpected feeling of urgency, while silently staring at the man's fists tightening. A few lines of veins on Abihirt's hands surfaced. A monstrous manifestation. Too sturdy, where Froy had taken a tremendous beating there; helpless; with Roger's help to stand half-bent while holding the crushed stomach surface. Abihirt's statement undoubtedly made everyone gain new knowledge. There was a certain impact between the silence... instantly becoming the loudest, leaving only a hissing breath, while some were still struggling to stay sane. "Abi has told me everything I want to know, Froy. If you don't want your uncle to beat you up again, now tell me what's in your head that you're trying to fuck your own kin? Moreau and her mother are already our family, don't you remember that?" Like this was more fair. Moreau did not want to know in the end she did not find the slightest guilt on Froy's face other tha

The desire to negotiate seemed to be coming to a long end. Barbara's throat felt hollow. She blinked a few times until the top of her head finally found the end of the absurd imagery. Perhaps Abihirt was still carried away by the situation, when the man was angry everything became unclear. Or, some other kind of feeling—struggling to tell her something. There was a point in reconsidering Froy's strange attitude, which would not have been in her favor if, indeed, it did not inhale odd scents and linger only in a few places. "You know, Abi. This attitude of yours is making me rethink something I was trying to forget. You were never going to talk about those things. But just now, it all seemed so clear." Barbara's irises looked at her husband seriously. She understood Abihirt was listening very well, so the man waited for the moving tip of the throat to finish the rest of the delay—perhaps deliberately allowing a few moments of silence, and then spoke. "What am I talk