Bettor Mr. Nobles
Chapter 19

Naeva could not help but be curious to see the Countess, until she ventured to raise her face. Figuring out what the mother of a handsome man Abellard looks like.

In front of him stood a woman about 45 years old. His body is tall like Abellard's. So elegant was the beautiful silk dress that was suffocating on her stomach and expanding on her hips, plus an expensive pearl necklace that coiled around her neck.

Her face was as beautiful as Naeva had expected. But impressed firmly and haughty, his eyes are blue-gray staring Naeva full of search.

"Who is this woman?!"

The question was directed at Dupon, but his eyes still looked at Naeva.

Of course that gaze made Naeva clumsy and lowered her face back.

"He was the owner of the old castle which had been the residence, Monsieur Comte," replied Dupon.

"Oh, Mlle Gaulle! What was the purpose of coming here?" search the woman again.

But then without waiting for Naeva's answer, the tip of her right lip was attracted cynically and accused the girl with spicy words, "ah, of course she demanded in return. Maria, quickly get 10,000 France for this woman!" his orders.

Abellard immediately grabbed Naeva's hand and grasped it, making Mme Aamber glare in wrath.

"Mere, Naeva never wants anything in return. I brought him here."

Naeva turned to the man holding her hand.

From Abellard's gaze, Naeva could feel that the man did not feel alien to his mother. Could it be that her brain had not forgotten the figure of the mother?

"Ma Fils (my son)! Get your hands off now!" mme Aamber was angry. "I can't see that, can't!" The woman shook her hands while turning away.

"Mary! Quickly bring the money, get the woman to go!" shouted again.

"Mere, Naeva won't leave here. He'll be staying with us in this castle!" firmly Abellard tightened her hand, so afraid that her mother would force them to separate.

Mme Aamber looked back at her son, her eyes narrowing.

"Ma Fils .. Do you not know? This woman is not from among the good guys! His father was a poor man who felt himself capable of squandering money at the gambling tables. And that man still owes you. I don't know what treasure is supposed to be yours, but I think it's all. This woman shouldn't have to give us anything in return!"

Abellard looked stunned. He did not expect, it turns out he had known Naeva's father and even had a debt problem.

Slowly his head shook, "I don't remember it, Mere. But whatever it is I have with her father, it has nothing to do with Naeva."

Mme Aamber's pretty face looked stiffened, her eyes twinkling furiously.

"This woman has brainwashed you, ma Fils! Until you forget everything! You forgot your mother until you haven't been home for months!"

His eyes turned to Naeva.

"You!" pointed rough. "You must want to master my son in order to stay in this castle! You had bad intentions and stole the opportunity the first time you helped her!"

Hearing that, Naeva's body froze. With bated breath, he grasped Abellard's hand even tighter. He had never been yelled at and reviled like that.

Sensing the tension from the grasp of the girl he loved, Abellard really wanted to take the girl away and calm her in an embrace. But they have to face this. Especially her, she had to make her mother accept Naeva.

"Pardon, Countess!" Dupon suddenly interjected.

Mme Aamber immediately looked at him disliking. Makes the fat man bow his head.

"Monsieur Comte has been amnesic since he first disappeared" he said with his head bowed.

Mme Aamber was stunned to hear it. He stared at Abellard's face with a frowning forehead.

"You .. memory loss?"

"Yes, Merare. But when I saw Mere, I knew my heart never forgot. I miss Mere, "Abellard replied honestly.

Mme Aamber's hard face slowly turned soft. The eyes that had been glaring sharply were now staring lovingly.

A few minutes later, his hand was raised. He gave his servant the code to vacate the spacious room only for himself and his son.

"I want to talk only to my son!" he glanced at Naeva cynically.

Maria immediately approached Naeva and developed her smile.

"Come, M'mselle. I'll show you a room to rest in" he said kindly.

Naeva nodded without being able to return the woman's friendly smile. His face was pale and his body felt stiff. Slowly he let go of his hand, though Abellard seemed reluctant to let go. He needs rest at this time. His heart was completely shocked.

"I'll see you later" whispered the man with a warm look.

***

"Countess is very possessive of her son, even arguably obsessed with looking after his son," said Maria when they were in a room. The room was very spacious, but it was a little dark because there were no candles lit.

Naeva is still silent. It is clear that there is a very close bond between Abellard and her mother. Makes his feelings uncertain. On the one hand, he was relieved Abellard had reunited with her family, but on the other hand his heart was afraid Abellard would surrender and submit to her mother's order to separate.

"My name is Maria, you can tell me if you need anything." The friendly middle-aged woman took out a blanket from inside the closet and placed it on top of a large luxurious bed.

"The electricity will soon be turned on. This room also has lights," Maria said again.

Naeva was still standing not far from the door of the room with a pale face.

"Rest first, M'mselle. I'll call a servant to accompany you and wait for your orders."

Maria noticed Naeva's pretty face for a moment. He knew this young girl could not have bad intentions towards her master's son. Even the Countess herself also knew after bluffing and censuring him. This young girl was completely pale in fear, an expression that was impossible to see from someone who had long planned on wanting to take control of the Prince of this castle.

"Merci (thank you)" said Naeva.

Mary looked at him concernedly, wanting to accompany the girl for a while, but the Countess would definitely call him immediately after the chat with the Count of Abellard was over.

"De rien (same-sama), M'mselle ...." Maria nodded with a smile, then turned around and stepped out.

Shortly afterwards, a modestly dressed girl who Naeva suspected was a servant called Mary.

The girl bowed respectfully, but her movements looked so indifferent and her eyes glanced at him. Naeva gulped her saliva. He could immediately feel the rejection from the inhabitants of this castle.

After a while, the two remained silent and did not speak to each other.

"You ... have been working here for a long time?" naeva asked trying to melt the atmosphere.

The girl gave a quick glance, then nodded her head.

Suddenly, the lights on the roof of the room lit up. Naeva was shocked by not being used to it. It was fortunate that the servant did not see him, otherwise he would have been laughed at.

Naeva.

Oh ... so bright.

Naeva had seen the lights when her father took her to Paris. He likes to be brightly lit, but seems to be more comfortable with the warm candlelight at Wisteria Castle.

Suddenly Naeva felt very thirsty, the air temperature in Marseille turned out to be much hotter than the temperature in her village. Moreover, he had just experienced a stressful situation, making his esophagus dry.

But seeing the waiter's reaction, Naeva undoes her intention to ask for water.

2 Hours later.

Tok

There was a knock on the door of the room. Naeva, who had just laid her body on the luxurious bed, opened her eyes.

Is that Abellard? Maybe he finished talking to his mother.

The servant girl who had been sitting in the chair with him, immediately went to open the door without asking Naeva's approval first.

Door opens. And it turns out that the one standing outside is Marc.

"Marc!" naeva shouted while rushing down from the bed.

"Sorry M'mselle, I'm interrupting your rest" Marc said.

"No Marc, I need you."

Naeva's gaze then turned to the waiter, "you can come back, thank you for accompanying me ...."

The servant girl nodded, but the tail of her eyes glanced back cynically at Naeva and Marc in turn. As if suspecting the togetherness of the two guests of his master.

"They don't appreciate you at all M'mselle. Should we just go home?"

"Well, if the Countess allows us to stay, I will survive. We're here to be safe from the hit man, I don't care if everyone here is being unfriendly" Naeva replied. He did not dare to say that the reason for holding out was actually Abellard.

"Ah, yes M'mselle! I want to convey something. Anne and Edward are out!"

"What?!" naeva is in disbelief.

Anne and Edward are out? That is, they followed after Wisteria Castle after five or four hours of his entourage. What the hell is it?