Bettor Mr. Nobles
Chapter 2

Naeva closed her mouth spontaneously wide open.

How can he help the person he wants to avoid to death?

"What's up, M'mselle?" marc asked as he approached with a worried face. "If you're afraid, let me clean it up."

"In-dia, Marc!" answer Naeva.

"Why is he, M'mselle?"

"He ... turned out to be him .. the man who had bought me!"

"You mean?" Marc stared in disbelief.

The man she was carrying was the one who was going to take her lady away?

"He's the guy who's won the bet with my dad, Marc."

Both of them froze. Why did fate make them bring this guy in? Whereas before they were eager to close the gate for this man.

Anne who had heard Naeva's words even dropped a clean cloth from her hand with a surprised look.

"How is this, M'mselle? Why are we even helping this guy? Oh my God ... What will happen after this Master is conscious? Is he going to take M'mselle straight away?" racau Anne half wailed. The girl shook her hands with a panicked look.

"I'll throw it back out!" said Marc while rolling his sleeves up to the elbow.

He was just about to lift the man's body. The voice of Adam, his father, was heard from the entrance.

"I've brought you the healer, M'mselle!" imbue Adam by walking in a row.

Behind her comes Emma with a middle-aged man carrying a wide leather bag.

Marc immediately removed his hand from the man's body. His eyes then glanced at Naeva who was standing stiff with a tense face.

"Hurry Physician! Please help this guy!" pinta Emma is impatient.

"Yes, I will check it first" replied the Physician. "Mademoiselle, may I be left with the patient for a moment?"

Naeva looked in shock, then hesitated.

"Ah, i-yes." His feet slowly retreated to make room.

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"What should we do now?" sigh Naeva while pacing agitated.

The left hand is folded in front of the chest, while the right one is bitten by the nails.

"I'm going to send the healer away now, if you will," replied Marc confidently, he could not see his missus frightened like that.

"No, no. It will provoke the suspicion of the Physician, he can even think that we are causing the man harm" Naeva refused.

"What's really going on?" adam and Emma asked almost at the same time. They did not understand why the existence of the healer they were so desperately looking for now even wanted to be sent out?

"Pere, Mere, (father, mother) the wounded man turned out to be the one who was going to pick M'mselle away!" marc was obviously with both his parents.

"Oh, my Dieu! (my God)" shocked Emma as she closed her mouth.

"This ... strange destiny. Why are we allowed to pick up people we want to stay away from?" sigh Adam with a haggard shoulder.

Everything's silent. The large room where they usually chatted at night while waiting for drowsiness to arrive, now felt quiet and frozen in tension. While the white candle on the round table continued to melt little by little the fire burned.

"Mademoiselle! Mademoiselle!"

Anne's frantic call made everyone look shocked.

Emma jumped and clenched her chest.

"Ma Fille! (my son, for the girls) Can't you take care of your mother's heart just once?! Always scream in panic and surprise people!" reprimand Emma upset.

"Pardon, Mere (sorry, Mother). The physician had finished examining the man. He'll be conscious soon!" anne replied in no way to quell her panic.

"What's wrong. I will take the man away from here after the Physician comes home!" marc said he was trying to calm everyone, especially his lady.

All speechless. No one agreed, but no one forbade it. They are drowning in tension.

Then Naeva stepped first towards the room on the left side of the castle, where the man was treated. The man told his late father was named Abellard.

Abellard Marseilles. The sole heir of the most famous nobleman in the Marseille region. The nobleman who owned the largest silk factory in Europe.

"This man will be conscious in a moment. I also took out the bullet" explained the Physician.

"Barourer? Was this guy shot in the head?" naeva asked, given the amount of blood coming out of her head.

Naeva breathed. He was relieved, no life needed to tragically drift inside his castle. But his heart was also troubled at what would happen after this.

Imagining Marc bringing this man out in a state of recovery, while there is still a danger from those who are hunting him, making the human spirit of Naeva feel unbearable.

"Merci, Monsieur (thank you, sir)." Naeva thanked him while nodding her head.

"De rien, (same-sama) Mademoiselle. You better report this case. Because you seem to have just experienced brutal persecution," suggested the Physician as he tore his leather bag.

"Okay" answered Naeva.

Ten minutes had passed after the Physician left.

The five inhabitants of the old castle on the edge of the forest stood around one body figure that was still lying with their eyes closed.

All were immersed in the thoughts of each of them struggling in anxiety.

"I'll take this man now. We can't let this guy wake up in here!" Marc's voice looks impatient.

But Marc couldn't have acted before the green light from Naeva. But the beautiful Moroccan-faced girl mixed with French still flinch while biting the tip of her nails.

Suddenly Abellard's index finger moved. And so with his eyelids.

Oh, naw!

Everybody saw. All frozen at the same time. Was-was staring at the eyelids they feared would open.

"I have to take her away, M'mselle! I can't let this guy see you!" marc approached Abellard.

However, as soon as Marc's hand was outstretched, those eyes opened!

Little by little Naeva could see the alluring dark blue netra.

Once it opens perfectly. The eyes began to wander around. Look one by one at the people who surround him.

With a quick movement, Marc shifted and stood right in front of Naeva to cover the Miss from Abellard's sight.

"Sorry, M'mselle, '" he whispered.

Slowly Abellard frowned confusedly.

"Who are you?" ask the man later. His voice was thick and gentle.

"We're the ones who helped you from a group of people who wanted to kill you" Marc replied.

"Kill?"

"Yes. Now you can go home to your own home. I can deliver. On condition that you close your eyes, because we don't want you to come back here and bring us trouble" Marc said. He did not want Abellard to realize that he was in the castle which was his goal.

Abellard remained silent for a long time. Marc brought her back.

"Let's Monsieur (Master), I'll take you!"

"But .. I don't know where to go home. I don't remember anything."

"You mean?"

"Let's see, I really don't remember anything."

Marc speechless.

From behind Marc's strapping body, Naeva's beautiful face appears. The girl stared anxiously at the man who was trying to get up from his sleep and sat on the edge of the wooden cot.

"You don't remember who you really are?" Naeva asked in a cautious tone.

Abellard frowned while holding her head that had been wrapped in bandages. He felt dizzy when his head suddenly throbbed pain.

His eyes then moved towards the person who had just asked. Her dark blue netra meets Naeva's bright brown netra.

Abellard was glued for a moment.

"No. I don't remember it" he replied later.

Naeva's beautiful eyes suddenly rounded to Abellard's answer. Her beautiful face seemed to be thinking of something.

Minutes later, both corners of her lips were pulled upwards forming a smile.

With sparkling eyes, he approached the man who had lost his memory.

"You are Richard. My only cousin!" he exuberantly.