All Chapters of Forbidden Agreements: Chapter 241 - Chapter 250

Moreau felt there was something odd after the complex situation between them had subsided. There were no more things to try to bring to the surface. Froy hadn't tried to find an opening since she'd kicked the man out of the room. Or actually, a little preoccupied with some activities between having to take care of the upcoming wedding, as well as one need regarding his uncle's attention. A few times Moreau had caught Froy trying to coax. Often, perhaps. It was just that Abihirt didn't seem to show any interest. Let alone respond. In the end, the man gave up and decided not to make a significant gesture. Froy was under Gloriya's supervision. Perhaps anyway... times like these were stressful. Good, if that was the case. Moreau would not face any charges. The few days here were better. Even the occasional message from Juan was overlooked. She wanted to tell the man about the incredibly pleasant scenery here. Juan would like it very much. She think She'll take some pictures

The faint clatter of someone's steps behind the door could be heard approaching. Added to that was the jingling of keys that gave away the information there. Someone was about to enter, but some of them had to be wary. Moreau glanced around but found nothing—all was dark, only a few acceptable candles lit. They needed to start the countdown, then when the time came... she would twist the bottom of the confetti popper vigorously. Three .... Two .... One .... The sound of loud popping and paper flying instantly spread throughout the place. "Happy age, Darling. I love you." Barbara's voice was the first to come to the surface after the dark room burst into flames. This was part of the woman's plan. Her husband had been asked to leave for some time with the involvement of Roger, who despite the doctor's refusal, eventually agreed to kidnap and return Abihirt at the appointed time. It was already late. However, they still surprised him in the

However, Moreau even felt quite shocked imagining her mother's attitude later. Would Barbara eventually get angry, sue Abihirt and then they would fight; stirring things up unnaturally? That wouldn't have happened if one of them would have stepped aside from the argument. There is a validity to Moreau's point of view from her mother's point of view. It was difficult for Barbara to give in. In fact, it seemed impossible to quell the anger after all the effort had been wasted. Or perhaps it would all depend on how Abihirt finished the business left behind. The man had been willing to apologize to her. Maybe it wouldn't sound so bad to do the same for Barbara. Moreau knew in the end that would be the conclusion. There was nothing more and nothing to regret. It would be best if she closed her eyes. Try to sleep. Forget the inappropriate parts. Had neither Barbara nor Abihirt given her the right to comment on their relationship? She wouldn't say anything. The third per

There was something odd. Moreau wished she could keep walking towards the kitchen table, where her mother was smiling happily with the man there, who had spent another night sleeping and then disappeared from civilization—even before she could shoo him away or at least suddenly jolt awake to face the unexpected fear. Moreau had to admit that things were very well organized. Just not much about what was relevant last night; certainly not what she would call odd. Not about the familiarity there, but the striking difference on her stepfather's face. Abihirt's jaw looked clean. It really was. How the new look made the man look much younger. She wondered... could this be influenced by last night's statement? Which then had a harsh effect when her stepfather finally decided to shave? Moreau felt like laughing at the comparison in her mind. It certainly wasn't true. She didn't want to be big-headed. Might as well try to be fair, walk closer, come over to the kitchen tabl

This would be the last day in the countryside. The noon was for a bit of relaxing, and the afternoon would be about making preparations; packing clothes into suitcases or various other necessities. Moreau didn't think it was a bad idea, but it was a little odd after a breakfast that was too much of a surprise. She had not noticed Abihirt's presence since the last time the man had left the kitchen. Barbara hadn't said anything either, other than seemingly wandering around with a cell phone in hand. Like she was too busy. Just too much and suddenly ended up here. Sitting across from her, though Moreau didn't make a sound. Only occasionally found the woman smiling happily. She quickly looked down, absentmindedly swiping through the phone screen. Juan didn't look like he was going to reply to the message just yet; just now... Moreau sent a photo of the view from the green grass. Perhaps it intrigued her a little to open her stepfather's profile. Abihirt had been ina