Bettor Mr. Nobles
Chapter 12

After 3 days passed, Abellard did not complain of dizziness or problems with her memory. He still thinks he is Richard, an ordinary young man who lives in his cousin's old castle.

Naeva has always been as kind as she promised.

It turned out to make his heart relieved. Because in fact, it was very difficult for Naeva to survive in her determination to hate Abellard. Abellard's figure seemed to have a magnet that attracted his heart and mind.

The gurgling water from the small waters flowing behind Wisteria Castle, sounded like a beautiful melody accompanying its reverie.

Naeva cleaned the garden shovel that was a piece of soil in the flowing water with lips that were always smiling.

"You're thinking about me?" A heavy voice blew his daydream.

Naeva. Ah, it turns out that daydreams turned into reality.

"Yes, I'm thinking about you. You must be a good fit holding this shovel in front of the grave," Naeva said with a knotty smile.

"You're saying I'm fit to be a grave keeper?" The man folded his two muscular arms in front of his chest.

"I am more suited to be the guardian of your heart" he continued, raising one eyebrow with a seductive look.

Naeva. Somehow it would have been if he had really fallen in love with Abellard. His feelings will not go well.

If Abellard continues to be Richard, Naeva only dares to be his cousin. And if Abellard had returned to her own identity, Naeva would only have been the mistress of the man.

Like the simalakama fruit.

Seeing Naeva only speechless, Abellard crouched down beside him.

"Can't I take care of your heart for me?" ask the man slowly.

But that slow word was able to shake Naeva's heart. The girl felt her breath hold. Her cheeks feel hot.

There was a surge of erratic feelings inside his chest. Happy but sick. On one side of his heart, he wanted Abellard to continue her seduction. But in another part of his heart, he wanted Abellard to stop being sweet so that he would not go wrong like this.

"M'mmhlee!!" Anne's frantic call jolted the two.

"What's Anne?!" ask Naeva in shock.

"Tabib came to bring bad news. His face was pale!"

Naeva and Abellard spontaneously looked at each other.

"What bad news?" Naeva approached Anne.

"We're not told, M'mselle. He's waiting for you and Monsieur Richard."

"All right, let's go see him!"

The healer who had treated Abellard twice sat on the red velvet sofa with an agitated look. The man immediately stood up when Naeva and Abellard came.

"What's up Monsieur? You want to convey something?" ask Naeva.

"Yes, M'mselle. There's bad news!"

"What bad news?" Naeva was tense at the words of the Physician.

"I'd like to apologize before. I'm so helpless that I'm forced to leave you in danger."

Abellard's forehead frowned miserably. Her sturdy body reflexively stood forward slightly in front of Naeva. Standby to provide protection when hearing the word danger intended for the girl.

"What danger?" ask the man later.

"A mob of gunmen listened to me talk about you, Monsieur Richard, to a colleague. They later found out that about 2 weeks ago I was treating a seriously injured patient in this castle." The physician paused for a moment to catch his breath. Talking in a tense state makes him quickly out of breath. His eyes were so tense.

"Then they forced me with the threat of firearms to bring them here. It was then that I knew that they were the ones who had hurt you. And now, they were already at the gate!"

Naeva reflexively pulls Abellard's arm.

"You need to get out of here. I'll be with you!"

Marc who was standing not far from them immediately approached.

"No M'mselle. Let me help Monsieur Richard escape!" expostulation.

"Alright, M'mselle." Marc obeyed.

Naeva immediately ran into her room. Took his father's firearm which he had never used.

"Here, use this weapon just in case. But I'm sure they won't dare to hurt the homeowner so blatantly" Naeva told Marc.

Marc pushes Naeva's hand to resist.

"No, M'mselle. You need it more. As you said, they wouldn't dare hurt us."

"Don't argue, Marc! Keep this gun. I'll be back after sunset!" naeva.

Without extending the negotiations, Naeva and Abellard began to run out through the back door of the castle.

Then all his might galloped across the short grassy field behind the castle and disappeared within the forest.

**

Abellard followed Naeva from behind. It would have felt like he was grasping the girl's hand and walking beside her, had he also known the direction they were heading.

"We've walked 300 meters from the castle. But it's still not safe if they catch up to the forest" Naeva explained without looking back.

"Aren't you tired?" ask Abellard.

"No. We've only been walking a few minutes."

Abellard smiled in admiration. Naeva is an independent girl. The girl always looks strong and never gives up while being caring for others.

Abellard doesn't know what the other woman's attitude is. He forgot everything. But even if he remembers, he sure will still admire Naeva.

Half an hour passed, they finally reached the small river that crossed in the middle of the journey. A river that flows with very clear water. Colorful forest roses thrive around the river. Pink carnations between shrubs and white orchids on tree branches.

The chirping of birds and the sound of squirrels jumping on the branches, sounded like the lyrics of a song in the middle of the sound of the stream that accompanies it.

Naeva's move stopped.

"We're resting here" he said.

Abellard has stopped. His eyes looked around with astonishment. The view is really beautiful. Abellard had never seen such a green and colorful scene.

And indeed, Abellard had never seen the forest and its beauty, because the castle in Marseille was by the sea.

"It's so beautiful" she muttered with a stunned face.

Naeva. Smiling at the expression of the man.

"You don't seem to worry about the people chasing you at all."

"What am I worried about when I'm with you?"

Abellard's eyes turned to look at Naeva with a loving look.

But Naeva quickly turned away. He did not want to dissolve in the eyes and seduction that washed away. Even in his heart he likes it. Even mendamba.

"It looks like that seductive character is indeed in your soul." Naeva glanced at the tip of her eye.

Abellard's forehead frowned at his words.

"Tempting? I never meant to flirt. All the words I say are heart words. I know it's crazy, but I seem to be the kind of guy who can't deny feelings."

Naeva listened to Abellard's words with a pounding heart. The feeling he had never felt in his life returned. The desire to be constantly courted and approached.

He wanted to belong to Abellard, and Abellard belonged to him.

Oh ... what has this man done to his heart?

It can't be late. He really can't.

Naeva immediately turned her mind to the squirrels who were chasing each other and jumping. The atmosphere here is too shahdu and easy to provoke a spark of romance. He cannot lose his mind.

But what power, his heart was pounding even more as the tip of his eyes again wanted to glance and see Abellard stepping towards him.