บททั้งหมดของ Forbidden Agreements: บทที่ 131 - บทที่ 140

Moreau could hardly believe that she would wake up here, in a cozy room to find a familiar face—handsome—so close from such a distance. Perhaps she was dreaming .... For a few moments Moreau's mind had to bind the remaining consciousness. With a frown, her body reacted purely through the need to adjust her position to actually sleep on her side. It was almost subconsciously done that her arm reached for another pillow as hugging material. It was too early in the morning, Moreau wasn't sure if there was anything that could be resolved here at her stepfather's house after they had not discussed certain information, or simply Abihirt handing over a serious ban. The man left after touching her, an important point Moreau did not forget. She should have. However, suddenly the urgent instinct seemed to tell. She stopped herself from going back to sleep, after a moment of realizing something was wrong.

The unexpected training schedule was a little different from what it should have been, as Anitta suddenly said that they would be going for wardrobe measurements. Moreau and Juan needed something that fit well, as well as something that was relevant to the concept they were bringing to the tournament. At first, their coach asked for opinions, even offering Barbara as the first choice from a list of designers, which Moreau obviously couldn't accept. She knew her mother. If an argument like yesterday's were to happen again in the future, there would always be a threat from that woman's mouth. Moreau didn't want to be put at risk, and eventually submitted Mrs. Smift as an alternative proposal. It was quite a relief that Anitta did not refuse. Previously, all deals had to be discussed with the management. It was not that complicated this time, as permission was immediately obtained to be here. Moreau w

"I won't get the right size if you're still wearing your clothes." Moreau immediately looked down at the fabric on her body. These long clothes with the high neck collar were Abihirt's gift. She didn't know where the man got the initiative to give her all-covering clothes. It was not tight enough, nor was it excessively loose. It fit true to size, as if Abihirt had been so adept at handing out constant assessments, when it came to comparing directly with Mrs. Smift... the real dasigner. "Can't we take measurements with me dressed like this?" "Of course not. You and Juan will do the fitting several times until I get a stable result. So, we won't miss the first one." Attempts to negotiate seemed futile. Moreau hesitantly grimaced while staring at the device in the woman's hand. She would not cross the finish line if just starting out had so mu

It was not surprising that it would end up like that. Moreau could guess the truth. A correlation between Samuel and Barbara. A sudden curiosity arose; she half thought of who was most important to blame. Her mother obviously had a covert relationship with Samuel. Was he also the same person she saw on Abihirt's cell phone? It made sense that the thought actually faced a barely distant approach. Moreau shook her head vaguely... that was all she had to say. "I don't know what you're thinking, Mom. But you're not kidding, are you?" The corner of Barbara's lips twitched slightly, almost a snicker to be precise, but still held back a little. "No, I'm not. I'm not joking. If you agree, I'll arrange for you to meet." "You don't need to bother arranging our schedule. I will never agree," Moreau argued firmly. This was what Barbara wante

Moreau did not think that she needed to take refuge under the lone facility of her stepfather, and it was most likely that it would give Abihirt a clue just to catch up. For now, Moreau did not want anything about the man to enter into her decision. Not as worthy as his previous defense. Barbara was probably enjoying a night of merriment after taking her revenge. Moreau would not take her mother seriously. What she had done could have hurt the woman's feelings even more, had Barbara's knowledge been doused in something truly explosive at one time. Unfortunately Moreau would not let that happen. She would just have to wait until the agreement boldly printed on white paper... slowly passed the expiration process. Six months. Won't be long now. Then it would all end like a long, beautiful dream. Moreau longed for that day to come. Her breath came in ragged gasps as she flopped onto the bed. She was in a hotel, but not in the room where she and Abihirt had first had sex. It was sad