All Chapters of Forbidden Agreements: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

"What's wrong with asking me to come to your office?" The smile on the corner of Barbara's lips instantly responded seriously. After several messages, she finally found Abihirt looming and stepped closer to the desk. Barbara immediately left work to greet her husband. She got up, embraced Abihirt's body, inhaled the intoxicating scent of his body, and made sure that the curves on her face did not quickly disappear. Only when a little distance was taken did Barbara step back to the work chair. "Sit down, Darling. I'm sorry about last night. But can you tell me where you slept after leaving home? Because I called Roki and he said you didn't go to his residence at all." That sounded like an insult. Barbara understood and perhaps she was overreacting when Abihirt himself was so calmly observing her face. The man's fingertips tapped on the surfa

"Is Abi not home yet?" Moreau almost gasped, and at the same time tried to control herself from Barbara's appearance in the backyard. She was enjoying the moment soaking her feet in the pool of water, having absolutely no clue that the woman would suddenly appear looking for someone. Barbara's eyeballs darted around. Finding no one, the only thing left behind was a rough exhale. In the next moment Moreau knew immediately that Barbara was taking steps, pacing for one glaring reason. Worry was in the air, perhaps a way of simply urging calm to play a brief role. "I haven't seen him for a while." Couldn't stand it. Moreau added slowly to keep Barbara from overreacting. The woman's appearance was still too complete. The tote bag was linked in the hand. The work blazer and heels worn almost all day were still there. Even the l

"There is no need to do so, Moreau. I'm not hungry." Moreau's body jerked, so surprised was she to find her stepfather suddenly looming an inch away from the bar. The man was still in the white shirt that was revealed to be sexy and fitted, while this time the gray suit was hanging on the bent arms, looking so solid that Moreau struggled to choose the best words to judge. But... she really wasn't going to say anything outright. Abihirt seemed to be holding something back and Moreau felt sorry for him. She wasn't thinking about the offer the man had made, but felt sorry for how Abihirt had to be more patient with her mother. She wasn't sure she wanted to let the man go, now, after the shocking, perhaps even devastating, events of this afternoon. Abihirt was unlikely to ask Barbara for help if the man was doing well. Moreau pursed her lips subconsciously realizing that soon her stepfather would be leaving the kitchen. "Did the accident this afternoon make your shoulder hurt?" She

After finishing the rest of the pending work. Barbara was in the mood for some esophageal relief, but a bit of irony... found her husband still in his white shirt busily removing a plate of dinner with a puff of smoke wafting into the air. A beautiful sight. Barbara loved the clay-hungry body, and it was tantalizing. Something inside Barbara throbbed just remembering how firm Abihirt was in bed. It was quite regrettable that she had turned down the honeymoon invitation from the man who currently seemed to have no interest in talking despite being aware of her existence. Too busy. But thankfully it was only a few moments when Abihirt had chosen to sit down, then those gray eyes glanced over briefly just to be sure. "Why are you heating up your own dinner, Abi? Where is Moreau? Didn't I ask her to do this for you?" Barbara asked while adjusting their seating positions facing each other at the dining table. Her eyes never left every action Abihirt took. The man was unaffected, ca

[Where are you, Moreau?] "I'm at the restaurant with Juan." Moreau responded with a look that caught the expression on Juan's face, which would occasionally raise one eyebrow high, especially when the man's name was mentioned. But that was not what Moreau was thinking. Barbara was not used to contacting her at this time of day, she felt a little suspicious. [I might be working late, can you prepare dinner for your father?] It was expected that there would be an order, never mind a silly request. Moreau thinned her lips involuntarily. It was hard to think that she and her stepfather would be stuck under the same roof together. However, how could she refuse? The need was demanding that Moreau say something immediately. Her moving lips had prepared an important excuse, and suddenly the phone line was cut off unilaterally. Barbara's habit never went away. That woman always had an in