Bettor Mr. Nobles
Chapter 32

Abellard looked at her cousin with a sharp look. "Lucie, I want to know why you're delivering that food!"

I was asked by Lady Angelia." Lucie answered Abellard's question with a panicked look.

Abellard's gaze immediately turned to the Lady, as well as the others.

"you? What's for?" Abellard looked at him suspiciously.

Lady Angelia looked so calm. It was as if he had nothing to do with the matter. The beautiful girl with the face of a fairy answered with a concerned look.

"I asked Lucie to comfort Mlle Gaulle, because she seemed to be unwelcome in this castle. It was no surprise that one of the servants poisoned him. But I don't agree with that way. That's so cruel."

"Yes, I agree. The culprit must be found. I don't want my name tainted. Because I can't possibly do something that puts people's lives at risk like that" Lucie said quickly.

"Oh!" a snorting sound came from Louise. "As if you care deeply about the lives of others. You pretended not to know anything when Mlee Gaulle asked you to call the doctor," he said cynically. Then I got up and left the sitting room grumbling, "i'd rather go shopping than have to hang out with hypocrites."

Lucie looked at the twin with a disappointed look. The woman who is like him never once cared about himself as a brother. They were conceived and born at the same time.

While Lady Angelia looked at Louise with a look of dislike. He thinks Louise is too bar-baric and assertive. And that's not the kind of person he can use.

Abellard left the room with her brain constantly looking for solutions. He was really confused about facing this problem. Because he could not remember the characters of the people who lived in his castle.

There was only one person he could question and be trusted. That's Maria.

It just so happens that the woman who has high empathy for those around her is not in her mother's room. Abellard's approaching soon.

"Mary, I'd like to talk to you for a second, do you have time?"

Maria looked at her foster son warmly. Abellard's manner of speaking now, was also profoundly changed and soothing. In the past the Count only knew to rule with a sharp and cold tone of speech.

"Of course" Mary replied with a smile. "What do you want to talk about?"

"We'd better talk in the reading room."

"Well, Monsieur Count."

Abellard then went hand in hand, with Mary on her right side.

"Mary, what used to be .. am I a good person?"

Mary smiled again at Abellard's question.

"Do you want the right answer or the real one?"

"meaning?"

"I mean, the proper answer from us servants is of course the employer we serve is a good person. But if you want the real answer, then the challenge will be very long," replied Maria who then laughed softly.

"I want the real answer." Abellard looked at Maria worriedly. He seems to have been a not good person before.

Maria continued to tread slowly next to the youngster she had known since birth.

"As a child, you were the beloved Count of Marseille, your father. Abellard is the name she gave to her very clever son. Until the age of 12, you are still a friendly and welcoming child like your father. But after he died, you changed. Cold and ... lonely," Mary's story.

Abellard remained silent after listening to him. His gaze seemed to be that of a fisherman, as if the story Maria told made him feel that loneliness again.

"Is that so?" muttered later.

The reading room they were heading to was a spacious room with so many large bookshelves.

"This is your favorite room, Monsieur. That's why when you talk in this room, I think your memory has returned."

"No, I don't remember it yet. Just feeling." Abellard chose a chair facing the window.

"This room is also your father's favorite, because he loves to read. Back when you were 4, you used to play here with him" Maria said, sitting in the other seat.

Abellard looked around. But no moments were recorded in his memory in the room.

After a moment of silence, the man sighed.

"Mary, what about Lucie and Louise?" Abellard went back to the point of the issue she wanted to ask.

"Mlle Lucie is weak and timid. He always felt inferior, even with his own twin brother. So he tends to seek attention, and is afraid to be judged as unreliable."

Abellard digested Maria's explanation. It was impossible for such a person to dare to poison others.

"While Mlle Louise is a man who doesn't want to know other people's business. Doesn't like to be disturbed and very wasteful."

The Count muttered softly. "Could it be him?" Abellard thinks Louise has reason to antagonize Naeva. He heard his mother grumbling about Maria giving Louise's room to Naeva, angering him.

"What about Lady Angelia and Lord Alfred?"

"I don't really know them. They were your father's colleagues."

"Have there ever been a crime in this castle?"

"Never, Monsieur. Never been at all." Maria answered for sure.

"Alright, Maria. I'd like to ask you to help investigate this matter."

"Good, Monsieur. I will help you as much as I can."

Abellard got up from her seat. But then, he sat back down.

"One more, Maria. Please order 1000 flowers for me."

Mary looked at the confused Count.

"1000 flower stalks?" Maria made sure to come back.

Because all this time, flowers are only used as food. Comte ordered a thousand flower stalks to cook what food?

"Yes, any flower. I want to decorate the South Tower so that he doesn't miss Wisteria Castle too much" he replied.

"Oh ..." sighed Mary with a smile, she immediately understood the Count's wish.

***

Naeva opened her bedroom door when someone knocked. A male servant stood in the doorway with one large basket filled with flowers.

"What's wrong?" The girl looked at the servant with a confused look.

"Monsieur Comte asked us to deliver this flower to you, M'mselle."

"For me? What's for?"

"I don't know, M'mselle. We were just ordered to bring this flower here."

"We?" Naeva did not understand the meaning of 'we' from a servant.

"Yes" he answered. "I'll let you in, M'mselle."

Naeva gave her space while nodding in confusion. Then he saw other servants coming in with baskets of flowers.

The girl's mouth opened immediately. Amazed and confused. It was not just one waiter who delivered flowers for her.

Marc, who was still lying on the bed, looked shocked to see him.

"What's this?"

"Come, Marc. Abellard ordered it."

Naeva and Marc could only stare in confusion. Counting about 10 large baskets of flowers inserted. Luckily the keep (tower room) was quite spacious.

After the male servant came out, the female servants entered carrying vases of water. They immediately put the flowers in a vase.

"Where should we put this vase, M'mselle?" ask one of the servants.

"Anywhere ...anywhere is good," answered Naeva nervously.

The waiter nodded and went back to work.

Naeva's room is now filled with fresh flowers that give off a fragrant aroma.

After the servants came out, the girl surrounded her room. Pay attention to the amazement of fresh flowers with a variety of types and colors that.

What does Abellard mean by giving this much flower?

Naeva ducked and inhaled the scent of flowers placed on the table.

Marc kept watching him.

The lady's lips looked smiling. Her soft fingers touched the petals with a happy look. Miss Naeva really likes flowers. Hence in Wisteria Castle they have a thriving flower garden.

At first Marc thought all women liked flowers, because Anne did too. His sister never neglected to keep the flower garden, even Edward was invited to plant flowers. But apparently, Anne just imitated Naeva. Marc knew that Anne really admired their lady. So did he.

But Marc's heart suddenly felt restless, thinking of the happy meaning of the beautiful look of the lady. Is it just because of the flowers, or because of the givers as well?

Marc knows Abellard likes Naeva. But he had no idea how his lady felt about the Count.

"Marc's?" call Naeva.

Making the gray-eyed man wake up from his daydream. And when his eyes met Naeva's eyes, the man realized, he should not unsettle the woman's feelings. Because her own feelings for Miss Naeva should only be limited to admiration. Ah ... His heart became muddled because of the confession of his miss two days ago, who wanted more suppositions from him.

"You're not bothered by these flowers, are you?"

"No-no, M'mselle."

"Good, because I think this fragrant flower can be a therapeutic scent so you recover quickly."

Marc nodded. His face was hot again. Oh my God .. how can he deny his feelings if the attention of the lady always makes his heart beat?