All Chapters of Forbidden Agreements: Chapter 231 - Chapter 240

It felt quite nice after the touch of water to have dry patches on her body. Moreau made sure one last time that she did not leave any particular traces that Barbara would find. Didn't want her to know about things and hoped that Abihirt didn't say anything about the need for a bath, especially not if Roger didn't say anything either. Fortunately, there was nothing else left. Moreau quickly took a step away before Barbara returned from the flea market or imagined what she had been dreading. Her long hair was no longer pulled into a high ponytail at the top of her head. Letting it flow freely at the back seemed better. It only took a few steps to reach the center of the room. However, she seemed to learn an irony as she stared at the same spot where she was before. At the two pillows there. A little tight for some reason. Moreau did not expect to be surrounded by such undesirable things. She had no right to nurture an unexpected feeling, even if it was just a brief jealo

Moreau's statement hung on the edge of her throat. She held her breath when she detected her stepfather leaning over with both hands pressed against the surface of the bed. Even the man's arms felt so close. There were lines of solid, manly sinew rising to the surface. Moreau swallowed roughly, then made sure her irises were fixed on Abihirt's handsome face. The man didn't look like he was going to say anything, though in the end she always knew; Abihirt was very contradictory in certain situations. "I'll leave after making sure you get punished, for disobeying my orders. Twice." There was an emphasis at the end of that deep, husky voice. In extremes it left a burning feeling of tension. Moreau knew she might not get away with things like this. There was no new ground to dig another grave. Already trapped. There was no shortcut. "You're so possessive of me. Why not my mother?" Better to ask questions. Let Abihirt sort it out, though it seemed the man w

"My mom, will probably be home soon." Moreau said the same thing a second time. Half-noticed the presence of Abihirt's arms on either side of her face briefly. Guessing the man was still overwhelmed by the same need. Silence. How indifferent. But then again, she had a habit of judging Abihirt through inappropriate means. Instead, she slowly felt the most basic of touches; so tentative—without warning that it ended up pressing against her lips. Not for long, as Moreau also did not understand why the man stepped aside, though the look in those eyes never seemed to change; always sharp; risky; then adjusting, though Moreau was suddenly startled by an action where Abihirt seemed to start removing the wedding ring that looked perfect on the ring finger there. Surely the man had found no place to put it so it was just clutched to the sound of the bed rattling. There was no clue how to deal with her stepfather. She was naked, while those gray irises radiated hunger. Real

"Darling, where's your ring? Why aren't you wearing it?" They had actually almost finished dinner together, but Barbara instinctively asked the question between silences. The woman's brow furrowed deeply. Perhaps she had just realized after a few hours that she had met a man who was suddenly silent, as if he was thinking about something, although he did not look anxious about something too close. It was the complete opposite of how Moreau handled herself. From the start she had tried hard to blend in. Trying not to stand out, or hoping not to leave an odd impression in everyone's presence, until everything she did felt very numbing. It was only slightly thankful that Roger was nowhere to be seen in the house when Abihirt came out of her room. Now, even the man seemed to be casually watching the one—sided conversation—still hanging in the air. Barbara's question should find an answer soon, though Moreau was sure her stepfather was looking for an excuse, since the ma

"Why are you so fierce?" The man asked after being sure Moreau would kick him out. There was nothing to elaborate on. They both knew how Froy deserved to be treated unfairly, to which Moreau immediately closed the room door and locked it in additional anticipation. This would be better. Without distractions. Without any bad prospects trying to take over. Faintly... no more of Froy's voice. Moreau stared for a few moments at the door. She should have resumed her pending needs. Really, really not putting the center of attention on the last point of the ring that should have been obtained, and when turning around .... The shadow of someone's body out there seemed to have just inserted an explosive device in her heart. Moreau didn't know she was about to be blown to pieces. Transfixed. Almost helpless. She had no choice but to stare at the image of herself under surveillance. Abihirt's presence was too vague, but there was no denying that the man looked very dangerous