Bettor Mr. Nobles
Chapter 13

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.

"Stop right there!" hard without looking.

He knew Abellard had stopped, and he heard the smile of Abellard's breath.

"Why? Are you afraid I'll see your red cheeks?"

Naeva felt her face hot, while her heart beat grew harder.

"I .. I just can't stand your words. We shouldn't be like this. It's not your true feelings, you're just used to seducing women."

"Regular? Was I a man who used to seduce women? That's .. impossible."

Naeva glanced back. Abellard's face looked confused.

"I don't know if you seduced them or if they seduced you. Clearly, you used to have a lot of women" Naeva replied in a voice that suddenly collapsed. There was a spark of jealousy in his heart.

"How could I be disgusting like that?"

Naeva heard the man muttering and stopped approaching her.

"Is that why you hate me?" ask Abellard then.

"I don't hate you" answered Naeva quickly.

"But you showed me that hatred" Abellard said.

A moment later, the two were both silent. There was only the sound of the forest between them. The sound of leaves rubbing against the wind chime with the chirping of birds and other animals hiding behind shrubs and grasses.

"Do you like the atmosphere of this forest?" ask Naeva. Trying to break the silence that was suddenly created due to uncomfortable chatter and make it awkward.

"Yes, I like it" Abellard replied softly. Then her eyes looked back at Naeva, "loving her very much" she repeated in a deep tone.

Naeva can feel the purpose of Abellard's words meant for her. But he really did not want to dissolve in that feeling. His heart was afraid of drowning in a love that shouldn't grow.

"If you like, I'll take you somewhere more beautiful than this. I travel a lot with Marc for tens of kilometers looking for game animals and rare mushrooms for sale."

"With Marc? How's me?" suddenly Abellard's voice rang out loud in an unacceptable tone.

Naeva just realized that. Richard should be in the story too.

"You .. don't like adventure in the woods."

"How could that be? Though it felt like I really liked the forest," asked Abellard more to herself.

"I don't know. But that's how you used to be" answered Naeva doubtfully. He felt guilty about making up stories about Abellard's life.

"Yes, don't think about it. We have to find a place to hide until later in the afternoon" the girl said as she stepped towards the river.

They had to cross the rocky river about 20 meters wide. Because across there the bush is busier and suitable for hiding places.

Naeva's feet, wearing only thin leather shoes, immediately stepped on the river stone swiftly, without lifting her dress.

"You're making your dress wet," reproved Abellard who followed behind.

"Let's go" answered Naeva briefly. Because he did not deliberately lift the dress that was as long as his eyes.

"Are you afraid I'll be fascinated to see your calves?" god Abellard again.

Naeva again felt her cheeks hot.

Abellard stopped her steps.

"I won't see it, I swear! I'm gonna close my eyes. I don't want you to get cold later if your dress gets wet."

"I .. don't get cold, just the wet bottom."

Naeva heard Abellard's breath.

Abellard's words are true, if he insists, the dress will be wet to the knees.

Naeva stopped her steps, signalling her agreement and allowing Abellard to come forward.

The man walked past it. With the tip of her eyes, Naeva saw Abellard smiling to herself. Maybe he laughed at his fear.

Naeva advanced her lower lip in a feeling of annoyance and then lifted her dress.

"Are we really going home when the sun goes down?"

"Yes, are you scared?" reply Naeva spicy.

Abellard laughed softly at Naeva's tone.

"Yes, I'm afraid I suddenly don't want to go home and hold you here with me" she replied.

Naeva immediately cupped her cold hand on her cheek. So that Abellard's words don't make her cheeks red.

Ah, what happened to her? Why is his feeling suddenly so strange? For a moment he was ashamed. What if he really fell in love with Abellard?

Once on land, Abellard immediately looked for dry twigs. It was late in the afternoon, and the air began to feel cold.

"You're gonna make a bonfire? It's still not dark, and we'll be back in a moment before there's nothing to see" said Naeva, who sat on a fallen old tree, squeezing water on the edge of her dress.

"Yes, even for a moment, you can't be cold" Abellard said.

"What about the fire?"

"I brought a lighter," Abellard reached into his blazer pocket.

Naeva observes the man making a bonfire. It turned out that Abellard was included deftly as a Count who had been glazed with luxury since birth.

Naeva's lips smiled at her. A smile that made her face even more beautiful. His frozen hand was then extended towards the fire that managed to ignite.

"I love your smile" Abellard said among the crackling sounds of the twigs starting to eat fire.

Naeva did not answer. The girl felt her throat choked.

"I. .. not only like your smile, but I. I know, you consider me a woo. But this is how I feel. I've been trying to keep it because there's a family bond between us. And now ... I want to tell you the truth."

Naeva raised her face. His eyes instantly met face-to-face with Abellard's old hunting netra.

This time the man's gaze felt shady. The look that made Naeva comfortable.

"Can I love you?" abellard's voice sounded trembling.

Naeva swallowed her saliva with great difficulty. This is not true. He can't let himself and Abellard get caught up in love without honesty. Their current togetherness was just a charade. Naeva can't imagine Abellard's memory returning after their love. That man would hate him so much.

"No .. you .. can't love me. Because of this ... forbidden love," he replied quietly, almost sounding like a whisper.

But in Abellard's ears, Naeva's words were like a dagger piercing deep in her heart.

**

Four months later.

"M'mselle! M'mselle!" anne's screams echoed within the castle.

"Ma Fille! Slow down your voice! Can't you change? You can make your mother die of constant surprise!" reprimand Emma upset.

"Ma Mere! Out there! There's a group of soldiers out there!" frantic Anne without slowing down her voice.

"Warrior?" adam asked as he approached his daughter.

"Yes Pere! Not only Soldiers, but also a luxurious carriage party! The men were dressed magnificently!" Anne told me what she saw with eyes.

Emma immediately smothered her chest with both hands.

"Oh, mon Dieu! Is it possible that they were emissaries from Marseille?!"