Bettor Mr. Nobles
Chapter 23

Abellard looks different. Moreover, his dark blue netra stared intently, and without a smile.

Naeva felt anger there, in the ocean-colored netra.

Unknowingly, he tightened his grip on Marc's arm.

Maria, who was standing behind Mme Aamber, felt sorry to see the anxiety on the beautiful look of the girl. Without asking her employer's permission, the woman approached Naeva and extended her hand.

"Come on, Mlle Gaulle!" take friendly. Then I turned to look at Marc. "Thank you Monsieur Pomeroy, let me take your lady to the table."

Naeva relinquished her grip on Marc's arm and welcomed Maria's words.

"This seat on my right is for a special guest. Take him to another chair!" ketus Mme Aamber as Maria invites Naeva to sit in the chair opposite Abellard.

Maria nodded, while Naeva looked down awkwardly, she did not even dare to look at Abellard. His heart was so longing. All day his eyes had longed for the warm gaze of Abellard.

The girl then sat in silence.

In a moment, there will be many guests coming. The nobles' dinner parties were usually like a party, and they could hold dinner like this up to three times a week.

This kind of banquet is usually intended as a friendship reinforcement among relatives, colleagues or friends. So that Naeva did not expect, he who was only a stranger and was once considered innocent will get an invitation at the dinner.

Naeva has never held or attended a dinner invitation. His parents no longer had any relatives. The father had been completely forgotten by his distinguished noble family. His mother was just a child.

Even the neighbors do not have. Because their castle is slightly separated from the village and is on the edge of the forest.

Oh .. given how wasted she was, Naeva felt even more unworthy to accompany a prince like Abellard.

Her beautiful eyes stole a glance at Abellard doubtfully. But apparently, the man did not see it at all. While Mme Aamber's gaze continued to watch.

The girl gulped her saliva nervously. He is not comfortable in a situation like this. What happened to Abellard? Why did the man suddenly feel like a stranger to her?

Before long, the guests arrived. Everything looks beautiful and elegant. The men with elongated and conical tuxedos on the back as well as the women in beautiful silk dresses, which enough to see it can be felt tenderness.

Naeva has never seen women as beautiful and elegant as them. Among them were wearing diamond clasps in their hair, others wearing feather hats or eagles. They also wear pearl brooches in dresses and gold bracelets in long gloves. One more thing, the necks of their dresses are very open.

Unknowingly there was jealousy in his heart, considering Abellard was always with beautiful and seductive women like them, even one of whom might have been a lover or mistress of the man.

No one said hello to Naeva. The guests only watched for a moment, then flocked to the Countess and Abellard.

The girl sighed softly, and then she heard the Countess say something.

"Please sit down, my dear. This chair beside me is special to you." Mme Aamber's tone of voice sounded so gentle and attentive.

Naeva immediately looked over. Who is the deified Countess?

A young girl who was the same age as Naeva smiled happily with eyes unceasingly glancing at Abellard. The girl was beautiful, her look was like an adorable fairy, with a spoiled look of eyes that wanted to be noticed. The base of his chest was so open, as well as a very slender waist.

Maria immediately pulled out a chair for the girl her employer had hired. And the girl sat down with exaggerated elegance.

Mme Aamber's attention then turned to the middle-aged man standing by the girl's side from the moment they arrived.

"For you Grace, the only special seat facing me." said the woman, extending her right hand. (Grace is a greeting used to greet a Duke who is not a member of the royal family. In Indonesian, this greeting can be equated with 'Yang Mulia')

Naeva jerks. The Duke? They are a noble family from England.

The middle-aged man grabbed the hand of Mme Aamber who was wearing light blue gloves that matched the color of her dress, then kissed the back of the woman's hand gently.

Naeva suddenly felt puffed up. There are eyes that have been watching him since.

The girl glanced with an uncomfortable feeling towards the figure who kept looking at her. A young man who stood not far from Mme Aamber to wait his turn to greet the woman.

"Lord Alfred, my dear. Choose a chair as you wish" greeted Mme Aamber as the young man approached.

The young man thanked her, then turned around and looked at Naeva again. His steps were fixed on the girl's chair and sat down beside her.

The other guests began to fill about 30 chairs surrounding the long table.

"Hi" she said kindly.

Naeva. Unintentionally his eyes caught Abellard's sharp gaze towards him. Naeva really doesn't understand what happened to the man. Why did the warmth he used to show disappear tonight?

"Ha-hai ..." welcome Naeva stammering.

"You must know my name. I'm not saying I'm popular, even if it's true. But the Countess had just mentioned my name," said the man with a wide smile.

Naeva had no idea, the man had just praised himself or was just joking.

"Can I know your name?" Alfred leaned on Naeva, making the girl reflexively move away.

"Na-Naeva de Gaulle" Naeva grew nervous and uncomfortable.

The man chuckled softly. "You must be a shy girl. I like that. I really like it."

Naeva could not help but look back at Abellard. The man seemed to be clenching his hands. Naeva seemed to shiver, seeing a glint of wrath from Abellard's dark blue netra that rained down on the man beside her.

"Before we start enjoying this dish, I want to announce something!" Suddenly the voice of Mme Aamber broke the atmosphere. The woman had been standing straight in front of her chair with her chin raised.

"My son, Count Abellard of Marseille, will soon be engaged to Lady Angelia, daughter of the Duke of Medwin!"

Mme Aamber's words jolted Naeva, as did Abellard. The man immediately got up from his chair.

"Mere!" His protest with a loud voice. "What does this mean?!"

"My point is, it's time you lived a serious life with the best companion, Ma Fils!"

"No, Mere didn't tell me before. I can't marry another woman ..."

"Enough Abellard!" cut Mme Aamber hard. "You must remember your promise to obey all my will from now on. If you still want that deal I'll keep!"

Abellard glanced at Naeva with bitter feelings. The promise her mother said was permission for Naeva to live in her castle. Abellard's broad shoulders looked haggard, until she sat back down.

What he can do, he must be willing to accept his mother's decision. Because he would do anything to protect the woman he loved.

The atmosphere turned tense by that brief showdown. Mme Aamber instantly developed her smile to melt the atmosphere.

"Boy boys are too afraid of marriage. I had to act hard to convince him that there was no point in being single, because the castle needed an heir" he said, trying to explain the cause of the dispute.

The guests immediately nodded in agreement, and some of them responded with comments of some sort of complaint for experiencing the same thing while facing their son.

"Do you know? I'm different from Abellard. I am the type of man who will bring to marriage, if I have found a girl who is able to captivate my heart" Alfred whispered to Naeva, amid the voices of guests who continue to express great arguments in order to stand out.