Bettor Mr. Nobles
Chapter 34

"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.

"Cry if you want to cry. Forgive me for being late for you" whispered Abellard softly as she stepped wide leaving the kitchen. His hands are warm. Won't let anyone hurt her girl again.

Naeva further hid her face on the chest of the field. His chest itself still felt very tight, but no crying came out.

"My eyes are sore" he said.

"Yes, Honey. I'll wash it soon." Abellard quickened her pace, and then she opened a door and sat Naeva on a chair. The girl immediately lowered her head to hide her face which definitely looked messy at this moment.

He felt Abellard in front of him and was definitely looking at him.

"Why don't you cry? This incident must have made you very sad."

Naeva. But I don't know why he shook his head.

"Naeva, you can't keep your feelings. That sadness and joy must be expressed. That is what is called life. Full of coloring taste. You can't just stay in the dark."

Naeva. Heard Abellard's voice so soft and understanding. The man's words were like a piece of advice that touched his heart. Makes Naeva feel like spilling all the lara buried in the heart. Slowly his shoulders shook. The tightness inside his chest then turned into tears.

And Naeva really cried for a while.

Abellard let it go for a moment, like letting a crying child let go of her tantrum.

After a while, Naeva felt her body being held gently into Abellard's arms. The man then patted his back gently to calm down.

"You feeling relieved?"

Naeva nodded. The burden inside his chest felt evaporating. Slowly the crying subsided.

"I where?"

"In my room" Abellard's voice sounded away.

A moment later, he heard Abellard's footsteps approaching. Until the man's masculine scent smelled on his nose.

Then Naeva felt a wet cloth sweep her forehead.

"Why do you keep hiding your face?"

"I'm .. a mess."

"You're so sweet right now."

"Lied!" Naeva is getting down.

"I'm not lying. You're covered in sweet jam right now." Abellard chuckled after saying that. Making Naeva grieve in the heart. Abellard is sometimes warm but sometimes annoying.

Naeva felt Abellard's fingers lift her chin. Then slowly wash his eyes with a wet cloth.

"You look beautiful in my eyes no matter what your condition, my dear. My feelings won't change just because your beauty has changed" she said gently.

After sweeping both of Naeva's eyelids clean, the man asked in a hoarse-sounding voice.

"Is it still painful?"

Naeva.

Abellard then cleared her throat.

"Then open your eyes. I can do something more if you keep your eyes closed."

Something more? Hearing that Naeva quickly opened her eyes.

Abellard squatted in front of him. That handsome face immediately smiled warmly.

"Yes, from now on you must prepare your heart, because I will continue to express my feelings without holding it back again."

Naeva hurriedly turned her face which was hot. While his heart was pounding.

"But, you're about to get engaged to Lady Angelia."

"I'll never do it."

"But you agreed to it."

"I'm just waiting for the right time to marry you or take you away from here."

"What about your mother?"

"I'll marry you no matter what my mother responds" Abellard said. Then he took both hands of Naeva. He looked at her warmly and whispered softly. "After that, no one would dare harm the wife of a Count of Abellard."

Naeva. This is what she wanted, to marry Abellard. But it feels heavy if you have to stay longer in this castle.

As if to know what Naeva was thinking, Abellard immediately connected her words, "I'm not asking you to stay here. But hang by my side. You have to tell me if you want to go. Then we'll go together wherever it is."

Abellard swept Naeva's face back to clean up the other side.

Makes Naeva remember when she cleaned Abellard's bloodied face the first time she found the amnesiac handsome man.

"I'll fire them all!" Abellard's face turned violent.

"No. Not all of them behave badly. You just need to find out who poisoned the food. Because such a crime cannot be allowed."

"Well, I'll investigate it harder."

***

Naeva sat in front of her bedroom window. Looking towards the orange colored sea in the twilight light. His mind was still filled with Abellard's statement this morning.

Did he have to cancel his intention to go home? Abellard is struggling for their love, is it not selfish to run away from this problem?

If the poison had come from Mme Aamber, then the Countess would have been even more wrathful and dangerous after Abellard had said she wanted to marry him.

The problem is he has Marc who will risk his life if something bad happens again. And Naeva can't forgive herself if Marc returns as a victim.

The girl looked back. Marc went back to sleep. His body was still too weak to demand much rest.

Naeva got up from her chair and walked over.

"Marc, get up for a second. It's already dusk, not a good time to close your eyes" he called softly.

Marc opened his eyes a little. The beautiful face that had been keeping her for a few days greeted her net. His lips immediately smiled.

"I became like a sleeping princess huh, M'mselle?"

"No. You are the most reckless Prince. Come and eat the food you know contains poison" Naeva replied with a smile. For him Marc is even better than any prince. Marc arrives and prevents Naeva from eating the poisonous food by eating it herself.

"I'm sorry, I can't think anymore. The important thing is you don't eat it ...."

"But you're more important to me!" naeva Sela.

Marc wails. What should he feel now? He can feel the meaning of himself for Naeva. The girl cares about him. But unfortunately, Marc is not the one who gets the lady's love.

"In hindsight, the prince in the story was not a hero. She came after the princess ate the poison, then stole a kiss for not being able to bear the sight of her beauty." Naeva laughs miris.

"Hm. But the prince has a miracle." Marc stared at the window that led to the ocean with a gaze of nelangsa.

"Miracle?"

"Yes, he can get the princess' love even if he doesn't eat the poison." What Marc meant, of course, was Abellard. He was just a lover lost in the story.

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