Todos los capítulos de Forbidden Agreements: Capítulo 351 - Capítulo 360

"What made her stop?" she asked slowly. Slightly unconcerned if their eye contact would trap each other. Perhaps because of one overarching influence—Abihirt's statement about the meaning of the pendant of the necklace, which seemed to remind her that she did not plan to take any additional options, other than remaining a figure skating athlete—was exactly what Barbara wanted. "When she started carrying me." The man's deep, hoarse voice replied with a disgusted tone. The expression on her stepfather's face instantly changed rapidly, but it was so brief that there was hardly a chance for Moreau to figure out what was left. "You blame yourself for this?" Again, she asked. Just guessing at the origin. Not knowing that Abihirt would shake his head too faintly and create a situation that suddenly felt hollow. Although her stepfather did not admit it. However, Moreau could detect something odd about the man's shoulders. Yes, something that could not be said

Woefully, Moreau could not imagine how they would escape. Abihirt had pushed her onto her back, while the man was on top of her. Trailing fingertips with light touches on several body parts in sleeping pajamas. "Your purpose here is to bring me the period pads I left behind, Abi. You know I can't do that right now." After many determined decisions. Moreau finally decided to push her stepfather's chest. The gray eyes stared for a moment. Slowly lowering his head as if trying to relent, though she could faintly see Abihirt half growling—half objecting. There was no choice but to step aside and take a deep breath. How Moreau could hardly help but smile at everything she found. Her stepfather was hardly used to this, but it was the impact of their actions that was truly searing. "Aren't you afraid of my mother looking for you?" asked Moreau cautiously as she was wary that Abihirt wouldn't just stab her, whether he cared if she had her period or not. Still no answer. Both of Mor

Barbara blinked a few times, fighting hard not to be easily persuaded. There was still a desire that her name should be there, on the ownership documents. She didn't trust Moreau and would never let the girl inherit the company Jeremias Riveri had left behind. Moreau deserved to be a figure skating athlete. She didn't want anything else. Didn't want her daughter involved in any way. Barbara didn't want to risk Moreau's defiant to downright unruly demeanor. She let out a rough breath, then shook her head faintly. There seemed to be a hint of regret in rejecting Samuel's invitation for a few days' vacation on the island. After all, Abihirt had made her feel like she just needed an outlet, but she didn't want to get angry just like that. It was probably fear considering Abihirt was the kind of man who would always be serious, no matter if they were in a confrontation or not. Barbara didn't want to be too rash, though she half-angrily ended up dropping the important document at th

Chuckling, it was at this moment that Moreau realized she was going to argue. A little unreceptive about the man's comment on the freedom she had. "The attitude I'm currently displaying is something natural. At least I'm not as pretentious as you. Besides, we're having a good time together. It has nothing to do with you. I told you that I didn't mean it. Lewi, are you alright?" It would be fairer if Moreau spoke directly to Lewi. Fuck if Froy still disapproved when she reached out to touch Lewi's shoulder. The pregnant woman herself showed no objection. Froy was overreacting! "No need to be so nice!" And so it was that the man finally snapped back. Grasping Moreau's shoulder tightly to get rid of her. "Don't be an ass, damn it!" Now Moreau could feel how Juan tugged on her arm to get her to take a step backward. Taking instinctive action to get to the front after what Froy had done. Little more than a shove to get the shameless bastard out of the w

Technically, the necklace was hers. Yet, no matter how cynical Moreau's voice had become, Froy still showed no intention of correcting his wrongdoing. Instead, he chuckled, as if there was no need for corrective behavior for an intentional mistake. "Who do you think you are to tell me what to do?" Now that one question almost made Moreau thin her lips faintly. She simply restrained herself, then made sure the tips of her fingernails dug deep into the surface of Froy's arm like she often did to Abihirt, though this was clearly a different concept; not pure insistence; she wanted Froy to agree immediately or at least until the man jumped into the water. "It doesn't matter who I am. Make sure you return the necklace to my hands. I don't care which way you do it either, but one thing's for sure... I won't hesitate to tell Abi everything you've done." It wasn't just a threat. Froy should have understood. Alas, the man did not care. "You're his favorite gir