All Chapters of Forbidden Agreements: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Thinking Juan would give in to the secrets around. He didn't. Moreau was wrong to assume the man would forget everything that had made the least impression between them. With his curiosity piqued, he deliberately contacted her at a certain time, in the kitchen after Moreau had almost finished preparing dinner for Abihirt. Indeed, exactly what Barbara had requested at the restaurant moments ago. She wasn't too sure, but the same menu as last night didn't sound too bad. [Hurry up with the story, Amiga. How did your ex-lover turn out to be the nephew of your stepfather?"] Moreau snorted for a moment, then stared at her phone screen with half-interest. Juan's face was still revealed so closely there, as if deliberately showing how much the man needed a quick answer. There was nothing Moreau could say for sure. Some things were out of her control. Just as she was so surprised to learn for the first time that Abihirt was married to Barbara, the man she'd actually had a one-night stand wit

Woe. Moreau was so shocked that she instinctively pushed Abihirt some distance away, while she hurriedly jumped down and fixed the pants the man had stripped off. The tension was painful. Moreau's heart was pounding, barely understanding why Abihirt was so calmly picking up the plate of pasta on the table, even though the man seemed to have no problem at all as he positioned himself exactly looking at the source of the sound. There Barbara appeared in her usual work attire. That was close. Moreau really couldn't say anything during the momentary pause to compose herself. Having to completely hide behind her stepfather's body, while occasionally trying to cover up the awkwardness between them. In addition, she did not dare to glance at Barbara's face when the woman's steps ended up closer. The scent of perfume wafting around forced Moreau to hold her breath for a moment. Just now Barbara had kissed Abihirt's jaw, but the woman had a superficial knowledge of her husband. Moreau almo

It just so happened that the door was unlocked. Her slight mistake was to catch Abihirt by surprise as the man was seriously drumming his fingers on the laptop, which was staring straight at her, while it looked like Abihirt was listening to something behind the phone. Devil's skin. Moreau was not thinking about that. She turned the key, walking boldly towards the bed. Letting the mattress rattle and her body immediately get closer to Abihirt. Something was actually wrong. Moreau knew, even she had to deal with various tense feelings when she ventured to put away the laptop on her stepfather's lap. Holding her breath as Abihirt's gray eyes tried to understand what was being done. Instinctively the man turned off the phone screen; slowly moving a hand to simply greet Moreau's presence. "What are you doing? Changed your mind?" Abihirt's deep, hoarse voice sounded rather baiting, but it seemed that the man wanted to test the extent to which Moreau would give in. She shook her head and

"You're not too busy today, are you, Moreau? I wanted to ask you a favor." Moreau raised one eyebrow high, trying to ascertain what Barbara's purpose was in deciding to come to her at this time of day. In the woman's hands were several files wrapped together in a folder. Perhaps it was too important that the expression on her face looked around, as if searching for various ways to solve the problem. Moreau held her breath for a moment, letting it out almost without giving a hint. She had not forgotten that the woman's appearance here was to finalize the plan made with someone on the phone last night. While trying to forget the odd look on Barbara's face. Moreau resumed the activity of arranging sprig after sprig of lily flowers mixed with chrysanthemums and red carnations. The combination of several flowers... offered peace, love and admiration. It was something she had always done in the past year to remember someone. Her work about to be done, she glanced at Barbara still wait

The car was parked neatly. Moreau glanced around the corner of the basement of the hotel located in the city center. She half wondered if perhaps she had made a wrong trip. Perhaps a little confusion was trying to keep reality from slipping away? Almost too many doubts lingered in Moreau's mind, but she tried hard to deny them. There was no way Barbara could have given a false address. Supposedly, she didn't. Hadn't she also added that the meeting with Mr. Halland would take place at the hotel restaurant? Moreau snorted rudely, admitting that it was she who had taken the woman's conversation last night on the phone too seriously. For a moment her eyes glanced at the passenger seat. Something there had been so prepared. Hoping this would be over soon. It should really be over. Slowly Moreau loosened her grip on the steering wheel, she didn't even realize she was gripping tightly. It was because the worry was overwhelming and the tension was trying to force her to give up. This was