All Chapters of Forbidden Agreements: Chapter 301 - Chapter 310

No idea what made such a distinction. She was sure there were many secrets inside Abihirt and wanted the man to let them out, but her stepfather chose not to try just once. Perhaps it wasn't as if Moreau knew that Abihirt was sick enough of Barbara's infidelity to decide to retaliate in a more devious way. Her position was on the line. Moreau understood how she had been used as an outlet. Just couldn't help herself when she started to like the man. Idiot. She smiled bitterly at the thought of buying foolishness. Abihirt would not try to fall for another, while only towards Barbara was the man so in love. It was, sort of, a thing; truly pathetic. Silently taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly. Moreau tentatively extended a fingertip to simply brush across her stepfather's upper arm. Feeling every touch there, was probably what Barbara did most often anyway. There was still no specific reaction where the man's hand remained flexed in a position forming the angle

Now Moreau was seized by the same tension as earlier. Her eyes moved restlessly, hardly knowing that she had a purpose here. Things were not in good order, though that was why they still needed a reason. "Chicao made me chase her all the way to my mother's room. That's all." Yes, that was it. She did not feel obliged to explain things to her stepfather. "It's not because you secretly did something to me?" Woefully, Moreau could not think straight. In the end she knew Abihirt would not hide the man's knowledge long term. There were no answers. None could be found. Moreau swallowed harshly again. Suddenly her tongue was very groggy. Afraid that Abihirt would ask her something that was still relevant. "Why aren't you sleeping?" Fortunately, no. This time Moreau was a bit adept at controlling something inside her that was so gray. "I was just watching. Wanted to go to my room, but Chicao wandered off with a bell around her neck," and replied almost

There was something odd about Moreau struggling to interpret Abihirt's statement. She didn't want to go too far, let alone take over Barbara's bed for a night. Such an unethical part. However, her mind still didn't want to. "Probably best not to." Still with the same residual need. Moreau could feel how parched her throat was, but she didn't need a splash of water just to make things feel better. There was nothing to soothe, even as Abihirt's fingertips had—slowly—lifted Moreau's face up, while the man's fingers also tentatively brushed across the surface of parted lips. "It's getting late, Abi. Aren't you tired—" Moreau's voice was held at the tip of her throat. Not because she was forced to close her mouth. However, Abihirt's idiosyncratic approach was completely indecipherable when the man dropped a light kiss on the lips, then lifted her body just like the act of moving a large doll—not heavy, but had to be quite careful when crashing on the bed. I

"You'd better let me go back to my room," Moreau said slowly, slightly expecting Abihirt to release the man's arm restraints soon, but she saw no prospect that would happening. "I want you to sleep here." Instead, the whispered voice sounded hoarse as Abihirt barely kissed her earlobe. There was no telling how many times Moreau held her breath. She tried to stay sane while keeping the man from doing anything more serious. "I'm afraid of my mother." And even had to release such a confession while moving her mouth in front of her stepfather's lips. It only took one action, then Abihirt could finish the remaining part between them that was suspended in midair. "You said yourself that your mother is going with her business." "Yes. But that doesn't mean I will feel free. We never know what will happen. My mom could suddenly come back, whether it's because she left something behind or whatever. I don't want the incident on the balcony to happen again."

Moreau swallowed harshly, but couldn't help but notice the serious look on her handsome stepfather's face when the man took a sitting position so close together, even though Abihirt was positioned at a slight angle with one arm outstretched to touch some part of her body. "Open your legs." "What?" It was rash to ask a question. Moreau hoped that the man would elaborate on something. Something she still could not understand. There was no clue yet and Abihirt unexpectedly opened her legs wide. A touch from the fingertips that felt hot as if they were loaded seduced Moreau's body. She swallowed harshly again; looking up at Abihirt's face after being distracted for a moment. "What do you want?" She was worried about whatever it was, but soon found a faint grin under the flicker of the nightlight and indeed barely visible. "You're wet." The voice was husky and deep—so close, murmured, then made a circular motion on the upper corner of the swol