All Chapters of Forbidden Agreements: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

"I even slept with him before my mother's wedding day." "How so?" It seemed Juan was too surprised to ask the question almost with a choked throat. Good thing the man wasn't drinking. "We were at the same club, then that's what happened." Moreau would love to turn back time and wish she had never gotten drunk that day. Juan might have accumulated a bad perspective. She wouldn't blame him if that was how it should be and always had been. "Why don't you just tell your mom about this?" After a moment's pause, the man finally added a question, or perhaps an opinion that would be difficult to pinpoint. Moreau smiled bitterly at the thought. "Believe me, if my mother knew about this, I would be the one to blame. She loves Abi so much. It's impossible for her to understand my situation, especially since we don't really get along. Isn't it true that in situations like this, the woman is always to blame? Men rarely take social risks." Then, it was Juan's turn to exhale harshly.

"I'm here because I have something to talk about, Abi. Not this." Moreau swallowed harshly after their lip-lock broke for once. She ventured to give her stepfather's firm chest a push. Abihirt didn't say anything further right away, like it took a moment, and then the tall body immediately towered over her. The rush of anticipation in Moreau's mind tried hard to warn her. She clenched her fingers tightly when Aibihrt's hand burrowed into her hair, as if she was considering the moment while... at first the man gave a slow squeeze, which eventually became a rough grip. "Talk about it later when you're done. Take off my pants." Moreau stared in surprise. She wanted to protest something she never thought would be implied quite so strongly here. So close. In the presence of something that stood out underneath Abihirt's cloth pants. "Ab

The ringing of the cell phone in the morning was the only thing that made Moreau's forehead furrow. She had to struggle to open her eyes despite feeling very reluctant. With one hand outstretched towards the table, she tried to finger the flat object. Looked at it briefly, but in an instant... was immediately surprised to find her mother's name written on it. This was not unusual. Perhaps there was something to be conveyed that Moreau's mind was overwhelmed with a strong urge not to miss anything, or even to keep her mother waiting. "Yes, Mom?" [Did you just wake up?] Moreau rubbed her rough face after first hearing Barbara's voice from the other side. The woman would have immediately guessed and was

"If I may know, who is Juan, Miss?" "My figure skating partner. We've been friends since childhood. I already think of him as my own brother. Juan is a friendly person. You might be happy to meet him." Tostada was almost gone in Moreau's hands. One bite and she was done. Coincidentally, Abihirt suddenly appeared-something like stopping the man for a moment, yes, about a few seconds the man finally took a step closer. It was enough to put Moreau's cell phone on the table. Chicao was in the man's arms. Without saying anything else, Abihirt was about to leave the kitchen. Something that should not have been prevented, Moreau had no intention of asking her stepfather to stop. "Your breakfast, sir." However, that was exactly what she never thought of. Caroline looked tense when Abihirt seemed to stop, though it didn't take long for the man to resume his steps. "What do you think of that man, Caroline?" Instea

"Very well, Miss. I'll see him soon." That was all that was left. Caroline then turned around. The faint sound of Moreau's bedroom door closing immediately invaded her mind, while she still had no choice but to walk straight to a different room. It was so close. Caroline's heart was beating hard when she was in front of her employer's room. The man didn't make a sound. However, that was what Caroline found most often. Abihirt was like the quietest voice behind a loudly thumping wall. There was no exception that she still remembered quite a bit of the man. The lump in Caroline's throat sounded rough as she took a determined action to declare her presence. Just as she was in front of the door to Moreau's room, it took some time to simply wait, but Caroline again swallowed harshly detecting the door handle moving downward. The cold face appeared, almost giving Caroline a violent fright. She instinctively ducked as she extended an arm towards her employer. "Madame Barbara's leg