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The end of the sentence in Moreau's throat was immediately held back. Her breath caught as the man without warning dragged their bodies into the room. The door was locked and Abihirt still towered over her, so close. The expression on that handsome face was unreadable, like he was gathering something... then, in the end, Abihirt traced Moreau's entire appearance. It was almost without pause simply studying every detail of the shape of her bare feet. Slowly, the gray eyes rose to scrutinize a body in a bathrobe, then stopped at the mesmerizing pink and ripe lips. Moreau swallowed harshly after desperately restraining herself. There was no telling what Abihirt was thinking, but if the man came looking for Chicao, she needed to tell her stepfather that she never intended to take the dog. Barbara had left it and how Abihirt would reach here after the woman probably delivered the message. "What do you want to do, Abi?" Moreau's anticipation rose as the sweep of her stepfather's hand i

Abihirt approached and indirectly gave Moreau a feeling of tension. She held the air in her chest cavity feeling her stepfather's breath so close. The gray spotlight was glued to the level neck, including the reddish marks of a few days ago that had disappeared. Moreau did not find the slightest clue as to what Abihirt was up to. The man's face slowly almost touched her shoulder line, but they were suddenly startled by Barbara's voice from the direction of the door. "Moreau, did Abi come to your room?" It took a moment to respond to the woman's question, Moreau blinked and immediately looked at her stepfather worriedly. "Hurry up and hide." She wanted to push Abihirt's body away, but the pure reaction of her hands moving simply tied the bathrobe. It felt important to come face to face with Barbara immediately.

The corners of Barbara's lips curled slightly as she watched her husband's shoulders move away. The man was just combing over to the dog kennel that she knew... had just been bought back from the veterinary clinic. Abihirt was seen half kneeling while slowly rubbing the top of Chicao's head. The man left after finishing his business with the recovering dog. Barbara smiled broadly as Abihirt approached her. Together, they crossed the steps and walked into the room. There was nothing left to do, nothing more to do. She flopped onto the bed as Abihirt searched through the wardrobe. The man seemed to be looking for sleeping pajamas, and suddenly Barbara remembered something. She squinted. Taking a breath, she said, "Earlier, when I was choosing the clothes I needed to take to Paris, the clothes I had neatly folded looked very messy. Do you remember what I always told you, Abi? Be careful when you pick up y

[I want you to wait for me in the red room.] A message from an unknown number, but the request implied there, sent along with the location listed so clearly, it immediately gave Moreau a clue. Abihirt .... Her stepfather probably thought that Moreau had forgotten the way to the flashy house. She grunted at the thought of what the man would do when he asked her to wait. Moreau was even still at the training center, though she was preparing to go home. She was tired after a long training session. Feeling unsure of keeping up with Abihirt's rough sex. Perhaps the man would get angry when he found out such disobedience was a must. Either way, Moreau was a little indecisive considering the order via text message on her cell phone. Anitta, Juan, and a few friends from the figure skating team from the same team, who were also doing a concurrent training session, had left the training building. Moreau was left alone, faced with a complicated decision. She was still staring at h

It was enough to introduce Caroline to a few things around the corner. Moreau was sure she would understand the dos and don'ts just like Barbara's rules. There was a large urn placed at a prominent elbow, between the walls of the viewing room which then connected anyone to the hallway leading to several different rooms. That was the most serious part... Caroline had to remember not to accidentally or deliberately damage or break any of the things here, including the urn in question. Barbara was always against her things being touched by other hands. Even Moreau herself dared not leave a bad impression. She couldn't face her mother's everlasting anger. Hopefully not having the slightest chance of ruining the woman's favorite. "Have you anything more to ask, Caroline? Otherwise I will return to my room." Moreau added once she felt ready to move on, but the touch of Caroline's fingertips on her shoulder imm