Bettor Mr. Nobles
Chapter 33

Chapter 33

"Marc, you're not bothered by these flowers, are you?" ask Naeva for attention.

"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?

Unknowingly, Marc hurriedly tidied up his thick straight and middle hair. Then wet his lips that feel dry.

"Did you want me to get well soon?" The man looked wrong.

"Yes, of course."

"What ... once I'm healed, are we really going home?" Somehow Marc felt like the lady was leaving Abellard's castle as soon as possible.

Naeva was silent for a moment. His heart was sad to remember having to separate from Abellard. Had Abellard not been a Count ....

"Yes, we're going home ..." he said.

Seeing Naeva's gloomy face, Marc immediately sat up straight, "you don't have to worry, M'mselle. I will guard you from those hunters with my own life!" he answered while puffing his chest. But then that handsome face instantly blushed, realizing his exaggerated attitude. Oh ... his feelings are getting messy. Is this what it would be like if you liked a woman?

Naeva looked at Marc with a smile. Marc is like a guardian angel who always makes him comfortable and worried, worried if until his angel wings are broken while protecting him, like today.

Ah ... if Abellard were like that, not restrained by her mother's rules. He will be very happy, like the woman who will have Marc.

"Oh, yes! I remembered something!" yell Naeva suddenly. Then the girl went to the small table beside the window and opened the drawer.

"remember what?" ask Marc.

"Cutting."

"Cutting?"

"Yes" Naeva showed Marc a white handkerchief. "This handkerchief belongs to a kind woman. She's beautiful too, I need to know her for you."

"You mean?" Marc raised his black eyebrows.

Naeva smiled and approached the bed.

"I have no right. But I want to, Marc. I want you to marry the best woman."

Marc looked at the Miss who was now sitting on the edge of the bed, right at the end of her foot. Marc's throat seemed choked, anxious to think about the meaning of the words of his lady.

"Even the women of this world have no right to be with you in my eyes."

Marc felt his face back hot and blushed.

Naeva who saw Marc wrong behavior immediately smiled amusedly. Marc is too innocent, just like him. They never deal with romance. Naeva is still confused as to why she likes a selfish man like Abellard. The man was even too confusing. It used to be always expressing love, now it's just moving away and sending flowers.

Ah ... never mind. He doesn't want to think about it anymore. Focus back on Marc. The thin-lipped handsome man who was now deliberately avoiding his gaze.

"You deserve to be accompanied by a woman who is like an angel. You're very important to me, Marc. You, Anne, Emma, and Adam. You are even more important than my love for her." Naeva looked at the man lovingly.

"Your love ... to whom?" Marc raised his face. His chest suddenly felt tight.

Naeva smiled with blushing cheeks. "I don't usually tell other people my feelings. But ... For an important feeling like this, it's like I can't hide it from you, the person who's important to me."

The girl squeezed her fingers with her head still down. Marc waited for Naeva's words with bated breath. The man's gray eyes suddenly felt a pain.

"I'm ... in love with Abellard."

Marc's heart immediately melos. It felt like he had fallen into the depths. It turns out he misunderstood. The lady does not love him. Now the pain felt not only Marc in his eyes, but also in his heart.

"Don't ask me anything, I'm so embarrassed." Naeva seemed to blush and quickly got up from the side of the bed. "You rest. I will decorate this handkerchief with the color of the petals, as my gratitude for the woman."

Marc fixated. He will not be able to ask anything more. His eyes now seemed to be clouded by tears. Marc immediately blinked and turned his face away. But also a drop of water dripped on his cheek. And Marc immediately swept with the back of his hand.

It was different with Marc's feelings. Someone who was behind the door of the room that was slightly open, seemed to smile happily to hear it. That person is Maria.

**

Tomorrow.

"Monsieur Comte, the fate of your love is now really like an egg on the tip of a horn" Maria said as she met the man in the reading room.

"What do you mean, Maria?" The man frowned as he put his reading book back on the shelf.

"Mlle Gaulle will be home soon."

"Come home?" Abellard.

"What?"

"I see, you don't want Mlle Gaulle to be expelled from here, but you also have great respect for the Countess. But if you're not good at managing your attitude, then you'll lose one."

"I don't understand, Maria."

Maria took her breath. Had Abellard been raised since childhood was not a count, he might have knocked the young man's head off.

"Monsieur Comte, Mlle Gaulle would not have survived if you had just watched him suffer like this."

Hearing that, Abellard smiled. "Mary, I didn't act just because I was bound by an agreement with Mere. I know Naeva very well. She is a very independent girl. He would feel offended if I thought he was weak. He also doesn't like it when I show my love too much. He'll step away and instantly switch the conversation." Abellard smiles back at Naeva's beautiful face that blushes every time she expresses love.

"Oh my God Ma Comte!" Maria patted her own head when she heard the young man's words before her.

"There is no woman who does not like to be noticed. The more you love her, the more she feels. Mlle Gaulle was so innocent. All this time he's been living alone with his servant's family, obviously he's surprised and doesn't know how to respond to love."

Abellard. Totally glued. She did not think that was how Naeva felt.

"God, why don't I think that?" muttered worriedly.

Maria looked at him with concern. "No need to worry, Monsieur Comte. It is natural that you do not understand, because women's feelings are very difficult to guess. You never cared about women. And now, there's still time for you to fix it."

"Yes, thank you Maria. You saved me" said the man with eyes that showed high spirits.

***

"This is your handkerchief," Naeva handed the now-decorated white handkerchief of colorful petals to a friendly-faced girl before her.

"I've decorated it a little bit, I hope you like it," Naeva said carefully, afraid that the girl did not like the results of her creation.

But it turned out that the girl was looking at him with sparkling eyes. His hand picked up the handkerchief and watched him with his mouth open.

"Oh Mon Deu! This ... is so beautiful!" excitedly. Her cheerful face looked so happy to see her present form of handkerchief.

It turned out that the girl's cry sounded in the ears of some of the other servants and caught their attention. Until some people approached.

"How do you make it?"

"I stained it with flowers," Naeva smiled in relief.

"Yes, this is great" the other waiter responded. They scrambled for permission to see the handkerchief on the cheerful girl.

"I'm so grateful, Mlle Gaulle," the girl bowed respectfully. Then he stood up straight and stretched out his hand, "my name, Amily."

Naeva welcomed the helping hand and shook it warmly. "A name that's perfect for a cheerful person like you" he said sincerely.

It was unexpected that the others also introduced themselves and reached out their hands. It seems like Naeva's warm welcome made them interested in familiarizing themselves.

"Is my grey handkerchief like this also colorable?" one of them asked while showing his handkerchief.

"Of course you can. We can color it with flower petals that are more dominant color. If you like it, just come to my room. I'll show you how to color it."

"really?"

"Yes, come when you have free time" replied Naeva.

Some of the other servants seemed interested. But they still refused to come closer. Naeva developed her smile. It's okay if they still hate. Little by little she would show them that she was not a poor woman who would deliberately ensnare their master to become a princess in the castle.

"No need!" suddenly someone pushed him strong, until his body staggered and fell into a high shelf containing jars of jam.

The jar was shaking and upside down. One of them was spilled because the lid was loose and flowed right above Naeva's head.

The woman who pushed Naeva looked surprised to see the results of her actions. She is the woman who brought poisonous food to Naeva with Lucie. His face looks cold and hard.

"Sister!" amily shouted as she pushed back the woman.

"Stay away from my sister, Amily. And stay away from us all!" then, and quickly go.

Naeva swept the jam that ran down her face while grimacing from the pain in the back of her head. Unfortunately, the jam hit the eyes. The girl closed her eyes which felt sore.

Yes, God ... Why is his fate so bad? Naeva felt her chest tight. This ... is sad.

"What are you guys doing?!"

Suddenly a baritone voice rolled out in the room. Without even opening her eyes, she knew it was Abellard's voice.

Ah ... Naeva really wants to cry now. Abellard finally came when she needed him. Haru and sorrowfully bubbled up into one in his heart.

And when a burly hand lifted her body, Naeva immediately took refuge in the chest that field.