Bettor Mr. Nobles
Chapter 17

"While waiting for the train to be repaired, will you sit with me on the wood?" point Marc at a fallen tree beside the road.

The area is still surrounded by dense forest. Naeva once came to the forest with Marc to look for mushrooms.

Naeva nodded and followed in Abellard's footsteps.

Suddenly an idea flashed inside the girl's head. He will fulfill his promise to take Abellard to a place more beautiful than the forest behind the castle.

In this forest is the place. Naeva will make their togetherness later as the most beautiful memories before destiny separates.

"Abellard, I'll keep my promise that time. Is ... are you willing to come?" naeva asked with a heart that suddenly skipped a beat.

Abellard's move stopped. His handsome face immediately turned to the girl with a happy look.

"You really mean it?"

"Yes" Naeva nodded.

"But we have to go quietly." Abellard looked back, at the envoys and her bodyguards. While Marc was busy helping to remove the horse from the broken carriage.

"Silently?" Naeva's breath seemed to be restrained, imagining himself going quietly into the forest with nobles who had good looks more than a prince from the fairyland.

"Yes, they wouldn't let us go alone if they knew. I'll get a torch for our illumination later" Abellard replied.

"No need, we only need one glass jar."

"Glass toples?"

"Yes, I'll tell you what I mean later."

"All right, I'll look for him in the car!" abellard said with an excited look.

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As soon as no one saw, Naeva and Abellard immediately ran into the forest.

Abellard's left hand held a glass jar, while the other hand grabbed Naeva's hand and held it tightly.

Naeva was surprised to feel the firmness of Abellard's hand as it intertwined with her palms and fingers. A touch that made his heart shake. It feels so protective and presents a thrilling opium taste.

After running away while brushing against the bushes in the middle of the road, Naeva finally reduced her speed with a sharp breath.

"Have we arrived?" ask Abellard.

"Not yet, any minute. But we have to hurry, so we can get there before dark."

After a short rest, Naeva's legs swung back to run with her left hand firmly in Abellard's grasp.

Fifteen minutes later, the atmosphere around them began to darken, only to be dimly lit by the moonlight that broke through the leaves. But Naeva was pretty sure not to get lost.

"We've arrived!" exclaim Naeva with a happy tone.

In the dim light, Abellard could see the girl's sweet smile. His blue eyes stared at him.

"Then, what are we gonna do here? Do you want to...."

"Don't think anything and don't look at me. Look ahead!" knock Naeva with flushed cheeks.

Abellard's eyes stared ahead as Naeva requested. And the men were immediately amazed.

"Well, how is there a flower garden in the middle of a dense forest like this?!" he was amazed when he saw a piece of grassy land filled with beautiful flower trees. As highlighted by the light from the sky, the garden was illuminated by the moonlight without being blocked by the lush trees.

"Perhaps because there are not too many large trees here, so these flowers get enough sunlight, to multiply abundantly," explained Naeva.

"It's definitely gonna be more beautiful during the day."

"Not really. You'll see the beauty in a minute. It's like a miracle!" the mysterious Naeva.

Naeva blushed and turned her face away, even though she knew that her flushed cheeks would not be visible in the dimness.

Abellard stepped to the right, towards the cut of the tree trunks.

"Is there a lot of illegal logging in this forest?"

"I don't know. I have never met a logger during my visit to this forest" Naeva replied as she followed Abellard's steps.

"Together Marc?" abellard asked in a jealous tone.

"Yes" answered Naeva briefly. He was most unhappy if Abellard started to show competition against Marc.

For him both men are equally important, but in different parts of the heart.

"You're also going to be alone with her in this dark atmosphere?" this time Abellard's tone of voice sounded cynical.

Naeva's steps stopped immediately. He stood before the man who had been sitting on the trunk of the tree with an offended look. He turned and turned to Abellard.

"Pardon me, I have offended you, I .. just jealous," Abellard's voice sounded panicked.

But Naeva didn't want to turn back.

"Don't you like me being jealous of Marc?"

"Yes, for me Marc is important, but not what you think."

"All right, forgive me. Sit down here. We'll wait for the miracle you want to show" Abellard replied, patting the log next to her, as if calming a child who was sulking.

And sure enough, Naeva turned back with her lips as manyun as a child.

"Ah, you're so adorable. Let's hope the magic quickly appears, before my defense falters.

Naeva turned her face back to the heat of Abellard's words. This man was too open and easily expressed his feelings.

Unlike her, it is most difficult to express her heart. Whatever she feels, Naeva prefers to hold her own. Perhaps because he had become accustomed to resentment, anger, disappointment and also his love for his father, who left him to spend time at the gambling table.

"I .. want to reveal something. Maybe you'll hate me when you hear it" Naeva said softly.

"I'll never hate you" Abellard said.

"It's a matter of your name. I lied to you by naming you Richard, I .. use you."

"I know! But even if I didn't lose my memory, I would still love your given name. And I'm so thankful God meant I lost my memory the moment you found it. Maybe, if my head hadn't hit me, I'd still be an Abellard womanizer, and you would have hated me" Abellard replied.

Naeva breathed a sigh of relief. It turned out that Abellard's response wasn't as scary as her shadow.

"What ... You don't want to know why I lied to you?"

"Your reason? Of course, if you'd like."

Naeva swallowed her saliva, suddenly she felt nervous. Although Abellard did not mind being lied to, but what would the man think if he knew he was a gambling girl who wanted to escape by taking advantage of Abellard's amnesia?

Naeva took a deep breath and tried to brave herself. "Actually I am ...."

"Look! Th-that's what?" Suddenly Abellard got up with a look of astonishment pointing in front of her.

Naeva raised her face and smiled.

"That's the miracle. Have you never seen a firefly?"

"Either .. may have been, but I only remember his name, because it seems like what I've seen does not glow yellow like this."

Abellard's forehead frowned within minutes, and then the man cried out enthusiastically. "Yes, yeah! I remember now! I saw it on a photograph. That's why I don't know if the color of the light is yellow."

Naeva immediately turned her head in shock, "do you remember?"