Bettor Mr. Nobles
Chapter 26

Mary held out a jewelry box before Count Abellard who looked at her in confusion.

"Mlle Gaulle asked me to deliver it to you with a message."

"Message?"

"Yes, with eyes implying a wound, Mlle Gaulle said that she did not deserve your precious jewelry. Mlle Gaulle seemed to suffer greatly as he stared at this box. I'm sorry if I'm presumptuous, but that's what I see, Monsieur."

Like hearing the thunderbolt that struck, the gallant man with the title of Count immediately stiffened.

Apparently, Naeva felt hurt by what she said last night. His beloved Naeva felt humiliated because he equated the girl with a treasure-mad woman. Oh, he didn't mean that. He would never even think that way about Naeva.

He's just angry. Jealous heart. Her ego did not want to see Naeva being approached by another man.

"Mary ... What should I do? I didn't mean to hurt her."

Mary looked at Abellard concerned. There was a misunderstanding between them.

"You just need to apologize and show your true intentions."

"Yes, I'll see him now!" Abellard left without taking the jewelry box out of Mary's hand.

"Monsieur, you don't know where Mlle Gaulle is right now," the middle-aged woman called out.

"Isn't Naeva in her room?"

"Right, but Mlle Gaulle has now occupied a room in the South tower."

Abellard's face looked surprised with fused eyebrows.

"What?! Is that Mere's order?"

Maria nodded.

Abellard turned around with clenched hands, her feet then stepped wide with a heart overflowing with guilt.

He made the girl he loved suffer. After her humiliation last night, Naeva is now exiled by her mother.

The man climbed the tower stairs half-run. Heart hurts. How can Naeva live in such a dark and humid place? He won't let it. It won't!

Tok Tok Tok

Abellard arrived before the door of the upper room with a hunting breath. But his hand immediately knocked with an impatient heart. A few seconds later, the door was not open.

The man knocked back even tighter. But Naeva did not open it. My God, what happened to Naeva in there?

Abellard immediately panicked. Various bad shadows came to his mind. Couldn't Naeva faint, or maybe she starved to the point of not standing up?

Unable to wait any longer, Abellard prepared to break down the wooden barrier between herself and Naeva.

But just as his legs were raised, the door opened slowly. It shows Naeva's pretty face looking pale.

"Why didn't you open it earlier?" riled the man with bated breath.

Naeva was fixated, looking at Abellard's angry face with a sad look mixed in confusion.

"Are you on purpose?!" abellard again.

"I'm .. I'm afraid to think about who's coming. Because ... Maria said this room used to be occupied by male workers. I-I'm alone here ...."

Uncompleted with Naeva's words, Abellard had pulled the girl into an embrace.

"I'm sorry. I have made you suffer, my dear," Abellard said in a trembling voice.

Naeva stood stiff. Didn't expect Abellard to hold him. He also did not understand why Abellard's attitude changed. What he understood at this moment was his own feelings. He misses Abellard, misses this scent. The smell of mint from Abellard's body was hugging her like when she fell into the abyss first.

Unknowingly, Naeva closed her eyes. Feeling the warmth of Abellard's arm circles on his body, and the comfort of the man's field chest in front of his face.

His hands that were drooping down moved hesitantly, between wanting to return the hug or let go.

But suddenly the painful treatment from Abellard last night flashed again in his mind. His heart is sick again. Especially now that the man had come and snapped at her just for opening the door too late. Instantly Naeva rebelled, breaking away from Abellard's arms.

Abellard tightened her embrace. "No. Don't do this, I beg you!"

"You're yelling at me!" ketus Naeva in front of the man's chest.

"That's because I'm scared, my dear. Beyond the fear you feel. I thought you fainted or, I don't know. Those assumptions really scared me."

Naeva again tried to release herself.

"You're hurting my heart! You consider me a woman who ...."

Abellard let go of his embrace. Both of her hands were then raised and clasped Naeva's shoulders.

"I've never experienced this feeling. Even if my memory had not been lost, I knew for sure that I had never felt this deep love," Abellard looked at Naeva closely, then turned her head, "oh, dear ... You really made me lose my mind. I'm even jealous to see you holding Marc's hand."

Naeva looked at the man who was expressing her feelings, in amazement. It was unexpected that Abellard felt such great jealousy. Is that how much Abellard loved him?

"But you're getting married" said Naeva.

Abellard looked down again, looking at Naeva with a frowning forehead.

"Married?"

"Yes, the countess said it."

The man shook his head strongly.

"No, that's not possible. Unless the bride is you."

Naeva immediately turned away after hearing that. Her cheeks are hot. There was a trembling beat of happiness in his chest. And there was hope, which re-expanded in the heart of the girl.

**

Afternoon.

"Where should I bring your stuff, Monsieur?" asked a male servant called Abellard into his room.

"To the South Tower. But wait a minute, I'll take the blanket too."

Abellard rushed to open her closet again with a sumringah look.

"Pardon Monsieur, you have awaited the Countess in the sitting room." A waitress came to tell. Makes the excited Abellard feel disturbed.

"Well, I'll be there now" he replied. Then handed the blanket to the waiter who was still waiting. "Bring it to the lower room of the South Tower. Remember, you don't have to tell anyone."

"Good, Monsieur."

Abellard stepped towards the sitting room, still in a joyful mood. He will accompany Naeva by sleeping in the lower room of the South Tower. They will both be in the same tower. Just the two of them. Oh, just imagining it makes Abellard's heart overflow with happiness.

As soon as he arrived at the sitting room, Abellard's steps came to a sudden halt. His eyes stared coldly at the two humans sitting with his mother. Angelia and Alfred.

"Abellard, come! Mere brought you good news," called the Countess with a big smile.

Abellard stepped slowly, then sat down next to her mother.

"Good news?" ask the guy stiff.

"Yes, Angelia will stay here until the day your engagement arrives."

"Mere!" abellard pressed his back.

"Don't interrupt first! Listen to your mother until it's over!" assertive Mme Aamber fast. "Parents Lady Angelia has returned to England to prepare all their needs for this engagement. As a prospective bride, Lady Angelia should not be tired from going home. So he'll be waiting here with his brother, Alfred."

"They can wait in an inn like last night!" Abellard's voice sounded so cold. He doesn't want Alfred to go near Naeva anymore.

"Ma Fils! Keep your ethics! They'll stay here, no one's arguing!" the Countess was angry.

"I'm sorry if we're a hassle" Alfred said.

"That's clear!" sambar Abellard's.

"No, not at all troublesome," denied Mme Aamber quickly.

Alfred seemed unaffected by Abellard's refusal. It was as if his current interlocutor was only his sister and the Countess.

"I just hope Angelia gets a comfortable resting place, no need for luxury. I prefer to sleep in the tower. If allowed, I chose the South Tower close to the sea, because I really like the sea."

Abellard immediately flinched.

The man must have investigated where Naeva's room was, and now he wants to sleep in the same tower. Sly! Abellard really hated the face of the English man who put on that wise look.

"You hear? How humble they are. I did not choose wrong," said Mme Aamber happy. Then switch to Alfred.

"Whatever you want, my dear Lord Alfred. I'll ask the waiter to clean the room."

"Thank you, ma'am." Alfred developed his smile. It was as if something new was won.

While Abellard could only stare at the descendant of the English Noble with a sharp gaze and hardened jaw.