Bettor Mr. Nobles
Chapter 29

The actions of the elegant-looking beautiful girl were very suspicious. The girl opened a small bottle that was in her hand, then poured the liquid in the bottle into the food.

Brak!

Marc accidentally hit a waiter when he turned around. Until the tray containing kitchen materials brought by the waiter fell and the contents scattered on the floor.

"Sorry! I accidentally," the man hurriedly picked up the cooking ingredients on the floor.

"It's okay. I don't see you here either." The female servant's delicate voice replied in a guilty tone, and rushed to help Marc.

"Thank you" he said after all was gathered.

Marc could not see it. His eyes seemed frantically looking for the woman who poured the mysterious liquid into the food prepared for his missus.

That woman is no longer there. Food too!

From the end of his eyes, Marc saw someone in a deep blue dress coming from the front room.

That was the girl's dress!

The man immediately chased up to the front room. The woman who was none other than Angelia stopped in the hall as soon as someone called her.

"Lady Angelia!" The countess appeared with a big smile.

Marc's steps stopped immediately.

"Lady?" confused muttering. Who exactly is that woman? Why would you send food to her lady?

Angelia turned. And Marc could see the girl was carrying a basket of fruit, not the food!

Marc's heart panicked. Where's the food?

Without a second thought, the man immediately ran to the back, looking for the exit to the south.

His mind was so upset. What if the food was poisoned? Oh, naw!

It can't be too late! Can't!

Some of the servants looked at him confused. But Marc doesn't care. If only he could fly, he wanted to fly as fast as possible.

***

Naeva opened the door to her room. His smile seemed to expand when he saw who was coming.

"Lucie?"

"Yes, it's me, Lucie. Do you remember my name?" the cynical tone of the bedwet girl spoke.

"Yes, of course."

"Is it because I'm Comte's cousin?"

Naeva frowned confusedly.

"Yes, that's for sure" Lucie answered her own question. "You don't remember the name of the waiter next to me, do you?"

Naeva turned to the food tray-carrying woman who was looking at her cynically.

"I ... don't even know him," Naeva replied as she was. How could he know, if ever since he came, all the servants were hostile to him?

Lucie looked grunting. It turns out that it is true that lady Angelia said, this girl named Mlle Gaulle is indeed an arrogant person.

"I brought you food from the Countess. You should eat it even if you don't like it. I don't know what to say if you refuse the Countess' gift" he said.

Naeva is completely confused at Lucie's suddenly hostile attitude. When she first met, Naeva could see that the girl who had this twin was so friendly and innocent.

"I'll definitely eat it. Thanks for delivering."

"I'll wait until you finish the meal" Lucie said. She was afraid that if Naeva did not eat it, Lady Angelia would be sad. And judging it is unreliable.

Naeva was silent for a moment. Lucie's attitude is really weird.

"Alright" he answered.

The girl approached a tray of food that the waiter had placed on her room table.

The food looks good, even though it looks a little messy on the edge of the ceramic plate. Like just stirred back.

"Wait!" A sudden cry sounded from the direction of the door.

Naeva saw Marc standing there with a tired face and a hunting breath.

"Marc's? You're home yet?" Naeva took the spoon.

"Yes, I just got there, M'mselle." Marc's eyes turned on the food tray in front of the lady. "And I want to make you your favorite food."

"No need, Marc. The countess has sent me food."

"But I .. I've prepared the material," Marc makes an excuse.

"Mlle Gaulle has to finish that meal!" lucie Sela.

Marc's gaze turned to the bed-coated girl who interjected with a hostile face. Who else is this woman?

"should?" marc asked with a suspicious face.

"Because this is from the Countess."

Marc immediately believed his suspicions. The meal was not from the Countess. It must be a conspiracy.

"Don't M'mselle! This food ...."

"Why food? You want to accuse the Countess of poisoning him?!" Lucie swigger.

"Sit down Marc, we eat together" Naeva interjected and hoped Marc would no longer continue.

"Let me eat it, M'mselle. I'm so hungry." Marc picked up the spoon and started eating the food inside the largest-sized plate with the full mouthful. He was sure that only the plate was mixed with something. Don't let Miss Naeva eat it.

Naeva looked at Marc who was sitting in front of her in wonder. What happened to Marc? His attitude looks strange too.

A few minutes later, Marc continued to eat in a hurry to make Naeva not so bribe his own food and instead pay attention to Marc. Until the man then ate the last mouthful with a look of relief.

"Oh .. thank goodness!" said the man while putting a spoon on an empty plate.

Lucie and the maid looked at Marc with blasphemous gazes, as if Marc's attitude had just been completely uncivilized and bar-bar.

"Marc, you're really starving. Have you not eaten since morning?"

"Yes" answered Marc.

Naeva smile.

"Would you like to eat again?"

"No, M'mselle. You can eat the others."

Naeva glanced at Lucie who was still standing watching before bribing her food. It feels like eating with supervision.

But Naeva ate it until it was finished.

"Oh ..." Marc sighed as he felt the heat in his throat.

"Marc, what's wrong with you?"

"My throat feels hot. The food was mixed in something. I saw it for myself, M'mselle. It seems like someone wants to hurt you" replied Marc with his eyes fixed on Lucie.

Naeva was stunned to hear it.

"Yes God! Then why did you eat it?"

"In order not to eat it, '" Marc replied in a disjointed voice.

Not only the esophagus, his body is now hot.

Naeva immediately got up and fumbled Marc's forehead.

Heat.

"Marc, this is dangerous! You should get a healer checked!"

Lucie who had just put on a cynical face now looked terrified.

"W-what happened? There's no way the food is poisonous!" panicked kilah.

"That's not important now. Please call the healer right now!" ketus Naeva, panicked and also upset.

"I-yes .. I'll call you!" Lucie and the waiter hurriedly ran out.

Naeva immediately took a glass of drinking water.

"Drink Marc, maybe the poison dehydrates your body" he suggested.

Marc drank the water like a man who had been stranded in the desert for days. Seeing Marc's frail condition, the girl helped him to rest in bed.

The drinking water is gone. He can't stay here. Marc had to be helped before the healer came.

"Marc, wait a minute. I'll be right back!"

Without wasting any time, Naeva ran out, down the stairs as fast as she could. And head to the kitchen.

The girl then took water to compress, and water for Marc to drink. But before going back up, he remembered honey. Bee honey that his late father once said could be an antidote to poison.

"I want to ask for a little honey" he asked one of the servants.

"The honey is for the consumption of the Countess' nuclear family." The waiter refused it.

"But this is an emergency! It's a matter of someone's life." Naeva was welding with teary eyes. What a shadow of Marc in pain makes him willing to do anything.

Some of the servants saw him pleading but no one considered him important.

Until a young servant looked at her pity and quietly went to find Mary.

Naeva could only massage the chest receiving the treatment of the servants. And rushed to bring the water he had managed to get to Marc.

At first glance he heard the mistress whispering.

"This is the fate if dreaming is too high. The lowly wanted to be with the Count. If it were that easy, we who are servants also have a chance. But I know myself enough!"

Naeva swallowed her saliva hearing the scorn. But the important thing is Marc. Let them insult at will.

Marc's situation is getting worse. His body looked red and hot, as if it was burned from within. Sweat flooded his face and body.

Naeva immediately compresses and gives Marc a continuous drink.

Fifteen minutes of waiting. The doctor has not yet arrived. Naeva started to worry. Didn't Lucie call her doctor?

Marc started to mess up. The heat that he was suffering from was very high.

Naeva really couldn't stand to see it. Marc's hands were hot and he held them tight. Her chest feels tight. Until the tears can no longer be dammed.

"Marc, why are you doing this? How will my life be if something bad happens to you?" she was in between tears.

"I'm .. I won't let anyone hurt M'mselle, I won't.." said Marc. "My feelings are pure .. purer than any love."

Marc's last words riveted Naeva.

"What do you mean, Marc?" whisper with cheeks still moistened with tears.