Bettor Mr. Nobles
Chapter 14

As Anne said, a group of soldiers and emissaries from Marseille came to her castle. Naeva watches them through the old tower of the castle which she has never climbed again.

Abellard was deliberately invited to hide up there.

While Marc and Edward approached in front of the gate to ask the intention of the group's arrival.

Naeva saw Marc insist on not giving permission to enter even though a luxury-tuned envoy seemed to explain something at length.

"Areally who are they? Are they our enemies?" The heavy voice beside her shocked the tense Naeva.

His eyes glanced at Abellard at a glance. What's he supposed to say?

"Not ..." she answered later.

"Why should we hide?" ask Abellard again.

"We're not hiding. But monitor what their purpose is."

"They seem to be forcing their way in!" abellard exclaimed as he saw a Soldier pushing Marc's shoulder to give them a way.

"Yes, Marc will hold them." Despite saying that, Naeva was actually worried and knew Marc would not be able to stop them.

"No! Marc won't be able to hold them. I have to help her!" abellard shouted while rushing down.

"Richard! Wait up!" naeva panicked.

But Abellard is not his name if directly listen to the prohibition of others.

His footsteps moved quickly down the tower stairs. By the time Naeva reached the door, the man had disappeared at the bend of the stairs.

"CK!" Naeva clucked in annoyance and quickly caught up with one hand lifting her dress.

Arriving below, Anne instantly sneered with her panic.

"M'mselle! Monsieur Richard has run out. He must have been found out!"

Naeva's heart that was beating fast because she had just run was pounding because of fear. What would Abellard think after knowing everything?

Naeva's feet stepped gontai towards the door.

He saw a man dressed magnificently as Anne had said approaching Abellard with smiling lips. Then bow respectfully.

"Bonjour, Monsieur Count ...."

"Count?" abellard asked in a confused tone.

Naeva was glued to the doorway with bated breath. While cold sweat started to appear on his forehead. His heart was really scared.

"Yes, you are Monsieur" replied the fat messenger.

"Haha!" Suddenly Abellard chuckled before the messengers. Naeva was surprised to hear that. Abellard then looked back, at Naeva.

"Are we getting a surprise? It looks like the family that kicked us out, is now coming to give us that title back?"

Naeva did not answer.

Previously he had told Abellard his family history of being expelled from a noble family.

'So it's actually our big family

there yet? I will not forgive those who have abandoned us!' abellard's wrath at that time.

And now, it seems like Abellard thought the envoy came from the Naeva family.

"Pardon Monsieur, we don't need that title! We can live happily without the frills of titles!" reject Abellard with a firm tone.

The messenger frowned confusedly.

"Monsieur Count, what do you mean by expelling? You disappeared five months ago. And we've been looking for you everywhere all this time. For some reason, this castle escaped from the search. But thank God, we finally found you."

"You're wrong to know people, Monsieur!" answer Abellard.

The man paused for a moment, then said confidently, "no, I can't be wrong in remembering your face, even though it's been five months since you disappeared. You are Monsieur Count of Abellard Marseille! Have you forgotten me, Monsieur?"

"Yes, you disappeared five months ago. I'm Dupon, assigned your mother, the Countess, to find and bring you back to Marseille."

"Marseille? I'm from Marseille?"

The fat man did not immediately answer. His eyes looked at Abellard for a while, like he was figuring out why his master had become such a daze.

"Yes, you were born and raised in the castle of Marseille, Monsieur! Have you forgotten everything?"

"Yes .. I lost my memory...." Abellard's reply sounded so slow, like she was digesting the confusing conditions she was facing right now.

"Oh, mon Dieu!" the man named Dupon was so shocked that his mouth was wide open.

After easing his shock, Dupon glanced at Naeva, as well as Marc and Edwar with suspicious looks.

"Your name is Count Abellard of Marseille, Monsieur! Did you get another name here?"

"No, you're mistaken." Abellard shook her head. "My name is Richard, Richard de Gaulle!" still refusing.

Dupon sighed.

"That's not your real name. You lost your memory five months ago, it's only natural that you've started to believe in your current name."

"No, you're getting confused, Monsieur Dupon! I've been believing in that name since my cousin Naeva first told me."

Dupon this time looked straight at Naeva and was sharp.

Naeva felt that her legs were completely weakened, not because of the sharp gaze of the envoy named Dupon. But because of his fear all this time had happened.

He had to tell Abellard the truth. Whatever the man's response was afterwards.

Naeva slowly approached Abellard and stood beside her.

"Pardon Monsieur Dupon, I asked for time to explain everything. You don't have to worry I'll tell her anything other than the truth."

Dupon considered Naeva's request for a moment. Only then nodded with a sharp warning, "I will hold your words, M'mselle!"

"Explain what?" ask Abellard.

"Come in. I'll explain it inside."

**

Abellard sat in front of Naeva with a confused look. While Naeva sat with a pale face and resigned.

They were just the two of them in that sitting room, Naeva wanted to explain everything from heart to heart. He had indeed predicted that this day would happen, which Abellard would know everything about. But really, Naeva didn't want that man to hate her.

"What do you want to say? You know that guy?"

"No, I just saw him today. You're the one who knew him, it's just that everything's gone from your memory."

"So .. what the man said was true? I. .. Am I not Richard?"

"Yes, as the man said, you are Monsieur Count Abellard of Marseille."

Abellard remained silent for a long time. Naeva did not continue her words, fearing that Abellard was distressed by this fact.

"So we're not brothers?" ask Abellard then.

And the look on the man's face right now was completely unexpected. Abellard looked enthusiastic with sparkling eyes.

"Yes, we're not brothers, I only found you when I got hurt. Actually you're a winner of the bet ...."

Unfinished Naeva said, Abellard suddenly cried out excitedly as she got up from her seat.

"Thank God! This ... this is truly a miracle! I know, all this happened because of my sincere love for you! God gave us a miracle!" continue with astonishment.

Naeva. His heart trembled at Abellard's words. For him, Abellard's reaction was a miracle.

"I'm going home, my dear. I'll tell my family there! That I will marry the girl who has saved my life and captivated my heart!"