All Chapters of Forbidden Agreements: Chapter 341 - Chapter 350

"Ya. Abi wants you to accept it." All would be resolved by Barbara's technically provoking statement. "Why me? Can't Abi just give the necklace to you?" Moreau understood how much her mother tried to avoid moments like this. Something Barbara did not want, but the woman had no choice. "You know Abi once gave me necklace and because I rarely wear it, he thinks that I don't appreciate his gift." Barbara snorted after that. Moreau wasn't going to make any comments because that was the truth, though she immediately noticed something different about her mother's appearance. "Looks like Abi gave you earrings?" Barbara's significant reaction was enough to give Moreau a clue, then the woman said, "Your father knows how to persuade me." Moreau had expected this, given the near impossibility of her mother having her tastes change in an instant. She knew the woman did not like long dangling earrings, like the ones her late father had tried to gi

Moreau stared longingly at the moment where Abihirt picked up the object, while the man's gray eyes seemed to be studying something on her face. There was nothing for them to talk about. Just the slightest hint of Abihirt's fingertips undoing the clasp of the necklace, then the man removing the remaining distance between them—just urging Moreau to stare at Abihirt's chest in a light blue shirt with a contrasting tie and suit. The masculine scent instantly invaded wildly. Instinctively urging him to hold his breath while whatever Abihirt was doing still put too much distance between them. The chain of the necklace had settled perfectly around her neck and how Moreau felt the man pull out the strands of hair sandwiched there. "Take good care of this necklace." Abihirt's deep, hoarse voice whispered too faintly, but Moreau seriously doubted the trust her stepfather had placed in her. "What if I can't take good care of this necklace?" she asked while touching t

An unexpected question and Moreau instinctively shook her head. Something she never really thought about was watching Abihirt's arm move like he was reaching for something under the table. "Didn't know what you'd like, so I bought you a burger." The man continued to speak, almost mumbling. It was quite demanding that Moreau raised one eyebrow high, as if she needed an image to recall something forgotten, but there wasn't a single piece of crucial information in her mind. "When did you go out for the second time to get a burger?" she asked almost without pause, while a beautiful sight never seemed to want to leave anything between them. "I bought it earlier. Just waiting for you to finish with your important business." Perhaps it should have been like that. Earlier, aside from hurriedly receiving the plastic containing the thing she desperately needed, Moreau had seen something else in Abihirt's hand. Just didn't think the man had thought of the complementary part. It would h

"Why don't you continue your activities down there?" Again. The man asked the question again, almost making Moreau only leave her lips half open. Immediately relieved when she then said, "I'm leaving. Juan is waiting for me at the training center." A clichéd excuse, but Moreau had made sure that she could act immediately. "Are you sure you can take one step away from this place?" Just didn't think her stepfather would ask something and provoke something between them. "Yes," Moreau said with an almost choked breath. She was ready to run, but Abihirt's touch on her wrist was an electric shock. It held her in place. Moreau stared straight ahead, afraid. However, she would not show hesitation in front of her stepfather. "Are you really leaving now?" Let the man's question again sound like the most threatening part. Moreau just did not want to know that Abihirt suddenly knew how to take part in the game. "Yes, now." And now she could hear

Over and over again, Moreau felt the need to really make up her mind after waiting for her mother to seem conversational. At least it was just in time—when dinner was over and the woman was busy with the flickering monitor screen again. Maybe Barbara's work wasn't done yet. Maybe her mother felt the need for more ambition when what Moreau wanted to say was relevant. "I didn't come to this place for pleasantries, Moreau. Considering that you were once my photo model and our sales suddenly increased significantly, I would like to invite you back to be my model. How's that? Do you agree?" "But, I'm not sure about my mom. She'll be furious if she finds out I'm doing a photo shoot. Probably wouldn't be too upset if she found out I modeled for you without telling her." "Then you should talk to her. Persuade your mom until she's willing." That was a conversation some time ago. Moreau was a little surprised at first to find Mrs. Smift showing up at the rehearsal ha