บททั้งหมดของ Forbidden Agreements: บทที่ 321 - บทที่ 330

A familiar car was parked in the front yard. Moreau wandered around, thinking she might have missed a few things after a long day. Perhaps it shouldn't have been so odd when a glimpse of Gloriya's face appeared in her mind. The business of Froy's mess wasn't over. She understood that, and shouldn't have been surprised by the additional information; about Barbara leaving office work early with the woman's vehicle already set aside in the garage. Perhaps some things had been discussed in there. Moreau tried to surmise that Barbara was still trying to convince her capacity for the need to persuade Abihirt to change his mind. Gloriya's worries could not be contained any longer. Moreau understood about some really bad things. She did not hesitate to make her way to the living room. At least not to get fully involved. She just wanted to know how far Abihirt's report at the police station had progressed. They hadn't really discussed the topic when they were together, and she w

"I think you already know why I imprisoned him." A statement made Lewi hold her breath a little. The woman's reaction never escaped Moreau's eyes. She was sure she would have shown similar insistence had she been there. It took a while... at least for Lewi to think of an answer. One part of that almost happened when suddenly Gloriya interrupted. "We didn't come here to talk about why you imprisoned Froy. Lewi already knows and she still loves my son. They will also have children soon. Don't you think a little about the fate of my grandson?" "Shut up. That's your grandson, he has nothing to do with me." Just for an instant, and then Gloriya had to close her lips tightly. The woman seemed to have been affected by Abihirt's cold statement. "Don't you think bringing her here will persuade me to change my mind. I still don't care." The man continued as a complete picture, where all that remained was silence. They had the choice to keep talking about

"Don't you realize you're disturbing my sleep, Abi?" There was no choice. Moreau had fought hard to keep her words calm. Slightly successful... maybe. Wish it had always been that way with the prospect of it ending better. Abihirt needed to say a few things, it was okay to be brief. At least the man could hand over a clue. Woe. Instead of speaking, the man moved his face—seeking a more comfortable position, and reminding Moreau how they had faced moments like this. The time when Abihirt found Samuel in her mother's office. The man was angry, jealous, and looking for an outlet. After all, she was always the shortcut. "Abi ...." Moreau muttered almost like a whisper. While staring straight at the ceiling of the room, trying to hold back something that was suddenly quite painful. Don't know .... Maybe her feelings were not right. "Step aside a bit, Abi." There were only a few ways to be free from the various pressures. Moreau kept demanding t

"So Abi has withdrawn his report and now Froy has been released?" Moreau naturally raised one high eyebrow as she overheard her mother's conversation with someone on the other end of the line. It was certain that Gloriya was the main culprit, which explained how relief had played a role between them. A little surprising, but it was fairer not to try to make too much of it. Perhaps there was something that gave Abihirt an impact and Moreau still believed everything—they went through last night, was one of the reasons. Someone claimed to need quiet, and so did her stepfather. No wonder she didn't find him anywhere when she woke up this morning, though she thought it was a routine necessity—always rewarded by a similar pattern, not requiring a detailed description to explain. "I think Abi went straight to his office after meeting Froy. He didn't say anything to me. No one knew. It could have been a spur of the moment decision. You know he's that kind of person. But I

"Moreau, hurry up! Juan is waiting for you out front." The sound of her mother's shout boomed into the room. Moreau looked at the door briefly. She was sure Barbara was on the ground floor and tried to keep urging her to hurry up. Well, at least she had dressed herself up for Froy's wedding. No exaggeration, just a little thicker make-up than usual. After all, it was about to be done. Just need to add some lipstick as the final part and Moreau was carefully doing that. She stared into the mirror as she smoothed the touches on her lips using her fingertips. The lip liner that blended with the nude color gave the impression of being thicker and Moreau liked it a little. She smiled slightly. Deliberately taking a step back to reconfirm the entire look that bounced perfectly there. The spegetti fashion slip dress in light satin with a touch of silk blended perfectly on her body after being adjusted by the straps that tied at the back. The shape of the front view almos