All Chapters of Forbidden Agreements: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

"What kind of mature man do you mean?" Instead of getting an answer right away. Moreau was ambushed by Juan's questions. The man was too critical to understand something they were talking about. "A mature man who is married. Anyway." Moreau added a small detail in hope; not wanting Juan to guess the odd, hollow phrase the man was dealing with. It would be too close, she was afraid Juan would smell something she was trying to hide. A secret. For now they could not open up to each other. Moreau was still staring at the man beside her until the air rushed roughly from between Juan's lips. The man shrugged, then placed the water bottle on a layer of ice. Finished training. Perhaps after this they would go home soon. Moreau did not want to, at least for the next day or two, indulge Juan's invitation to leave. It was enough that they met Abihirt at the racing venue unexpectedly. Fortunately Abihirt didn't say anything to Barbara.

It was horrible to have to observe Barbara all the time occupied on the monitor. The woman's fingers moved over the keyboard without the slightest intention of abandoning whatever she was doing. Moreau did not understand her mother's thinking. She had forbidden her to be involved in the office; anything, for the company that was, at the moment, being run by her late father's right-hand man for a predetermined period of time. For Moreau, Barbara's attitude here was revealed to be quite excessive as a business owner. In fact, she harbors an odd sense of something pointed. Yes, something about a will had been written long before Jeremias Riveri breathed his last: With her as the sole heir; Moreau would continue the family company at the age of 28. However, it seemed too improbable after what Barbara had controlled through Jeremias Riveri's permission back then. Instead, Moreau was required to take dance lessons as a child. Then as a teenager, she began a new chapter by devoting her lif

"Alright, where's your injured shoulder?" The corner of Abihirt's lips twitched slightly, whether it was satisfaction or a habit Moreau had never known. She swallowed harshly at how her stepfather's arm reached out to simply grab the coat on the bed, then reached for something there. The situation spiraled out of control as the man undid one button after another on the white shirt, then stripped the work clothes off to clutch them in the palm of his hand. Moreau is still unable to say anything as she watches Abihirt half-naked with muscles bulging in the abdomen, the biceps on the man's arms looking solid, even the butt that looks solid and sexy finally sticking to the edge of the bed. How horrible it would be if Moreau was lulled by the slim hips, especially at the vestiges of bluish veins creeping up, hiding in one place under the man's work pants. She had to remember who the man she was observing was. This man is your father! Your stepfather! The other side of her tried to rem

"Ever since your mom got married, I think your life hasn't gotten calmer, it's gotten more chaotic." Moreau almost held her breath in response to Juan's statement before her. She gave a skeptical glance. Not knowing whether the man's conjecture was right or wrong, the various feelings that were stirring were too complicated to decipher. At one time Moreau tried not to think about it further, but on the other hand she refused to acknowledge Juan's judgment. Still wishing, wishing... she had never had a one-night stand with the man her mother was bound to. Marriage, for Moreau, is not a playful relationship. The commitment, the decisions made between the two, the parts of the real goal, and all the things involved; had its own level of responsibility. Moreau almost unconsciously chuckled at the thought of Abihirt's invitation some time ago. An offer that conveyed an absolute statement. The man was even passionate about Barbara. How sad. Would Abihirt also have a hidden passion for h

Moreau deliberately let the water splash as she tried to calculate, how long would it take Abihirt to leave the restaurant? She suspected something, that if it involved Froy in such a place, it meant that the uncle and nephew's need was to talk about something important, perhaps. Moreau wasn't too sure. Just felt like, really wished Abihirt would leave the restaurant, but should she intentionally keep Juan waiting for a long time at their table? It was a complete choice. Not one that was ever implied, though Juan would understand. Yes, Moreau probably could have waited longer. Already confirmed her resolve. However, she was forgetting something. The cell phone. How would she know Abihirt had finished with Froy, when she wasn't carrying a handheld cell phone all the way to the bathroom? There was nothing Moreau could do but stare at her reflection in the mirror. The miserable feeling was clearly revealed. Strangely, why did she have a dilemma? What kind of influence was actually tryin