Bettor Mr. Nobles
Chapter 35

"Marc. Do you remember when we watched the caravan play?" (The caravan is a group that wanders using transportation and at the same time becomes a home for the traveler)

Marc nodded. "Yes, we were secretly out at night watching it."

Naeva laughed softly recalling those memories. "Anne kept on fidgeting and whining to come back. But as soon as it arrived in front of the caravan of artists, even Anne who did not want to go home."

"Yes, right. And after watching the drama of the sleeping princess, Anne became afraid of eating apples. She's totally innocent." - Marc chimps in and laughs.

"After you get home, you get beaten up by Emma, I feel so guilty."

"Yes, Mere was so scared that her two daughters were wretched in the dark of the night" Marc said. But then he immediately said, "I mean, Mere thinks you're like her daughter too."

Naeva breathed. She really misses Emma.

"Why should you be the only one who can't think of me like that? I know Emma taught you to keep boundaries so you can still think of me as a lady. But that's not what I want, Marc. I want you to consider me your sister. Like you were with Anne."

Marc fixated. So that's the assumption more that the lady wants. He has misrepresented.

"I don't want to live alone. I want to have you as a family. Even since childhood, since my mother died and my father spent time at the gambling table, you're all I've got."

"You're not alone, M'mselle. I'll always be with you until you want me to go."

"That's the difference between work and family relationships. I consider you family, so I'll never ask you to leave."

Marc looked at Naeva worriedly. How can he say that the lady is more than a family member to him, so that the girl does not feel alone?

"Sa-I've always thought of you as more than just an employer. An-you .. are my family," said Marc.

Naeva smiled amusedly looking at him. "I'm not forcing you, Marc. Why are you so nervous?"

"I don't have to, nor am I nervous!" Marc immediately panicked, afraid that the lady would know his feelings.

Miss Naeva loves another man. Marc doesn't want his clapping feelings to make his lady feel guilty. Let him keep to himself the love that has bloomed in his heart.

Naeva looked towards the window. The light is getting red. Slowly the girl's smile faded.

"Marc ..." he sighed softly. "Are you going to be upset if I tell you to go home by yourself after you've recovered?"

Sit Marc straight up. His weak body was now stiffened with bated breath.

"Why? Why are you asking like that?"

"Because I don't seem to be going home yet. But you can't linger here, pity Emma and Adam, they'll miss you."

Naeva did not say that in fact she was worried that if Marc continued to be in this castle, the man would sacrifice himself again.

"I'm not leaving you, M'mselle. Mere and Pere must have missed you too. We'll go home together whenever you want!" firmly the man.

"But ...."

Tok!

The knock on the door cut off Naeva's words. The girl turned to the door.

"For Marc, I'll open it" he said, rising up.

In the doorway, Amily stood with 3 other female servants.

"Congratulations ... afternoon, Mlle Gaulle," the girl said, bowing respectfully.

Others also greeted.

Naeva developed her smile. "Good afternoon," he replied with a respectful bow.

"I .. I want to apologize for my sister's behavior this morning, M'mselle," said Amily with a downcast face.

Naeva was silent for a moment. This morning made him sad and angry. But Amily and her brother are different people, and different personalities.

"You don't have to apologize. It was your brother's doing, not your fault. It should be .. he apologized."

"I've asked him to apologize to you, but he's too harsh."

"Oh yeah, you guys came here to learn how to make handkerchief motifs, didn't you?" Naeva switched the conversation to look at Amily's guilty face.

"Yes, M'mselle. If you are still interested in teaching us," replied one of the servants.

"Come in, we'll make it inside."

The four young girls looked at each other. They smile happily and are relieved to get a warm welcome from people who have been ill-treated from them.

As it turns out, Mlle Gaulle who is often rumored by their seniors as a poor woman who is arrogant and selfless, is not at all so.

Slowly they stepped in, followed by Amily who was still feeling unwell.

Marc who saw the arrival of the female servants immediately moved on standby. The man even got up from the bed and looked at them anxiously.

"It's okay, Marc. This is the girl who borrowed her handkerchief for me. Her name is Amily."

Marc turned his head with a sharp look at the girl who had just looked down with a sad look.

Feeling stared at for a long time by a man named Marc, Amily glanced doubtfully. And he immediately remembered a handsome man who hit him a few days ago.

"I'm sorry I accidentally bumped into you that time. I'm not focused." The girl bowed her body a little.

Marc murmured softly. "Oh, it deserves to feel familiar."

"Intentionally or not? Though you think about it every day" whispered his friend teasingly.

Amily immediately patted his friend's arm with a blushing look.

Naeva held back her smile hearing the whisper.

"Alright, then you choose for yourself what color flowers you want to make a dye."

The girls spread their eyes around in amazement.

"Your room is very beautiful, M'mselle," said Amily.

"I only occupied it for a while for the good of the Countess" answered Naeva.

"Is this Monsieur Comte's?" ask one of the girls.

"Yes" answered Naeva briefly. He's not comfortable talking about Abellard. Because she knew female servants did not like her closeness to their employers.

"You're very lucky, M'mselle. I don't think it's wrong for you to accompany Monsieur Comte. You are warm and kind. Besides who can arrange love to be anchored where, right?" Another young servant started to issue opinions.

"Yes, but you have to be extra patient, M'mselle. Lady Angelia is too perfect to beat." another comment.

Amily immediately glared at her friend. Then glanced at Naeva who looked uncomfortable.

"Of course, we came here to learn! We don't have much time. Quickly choose the flowers," the girl asserted.

Naeva looked at Amily happily. Not bothered in the slightest feeling with the fact that Amily was the sister of someone who had done bad to her.

Amily's a smart and nice girl.

After picking the flowers, the four girls shroud Naeva by the window, noticing the next step of coloring the handkerchief.

The atmosphere of the room began to darken a little, because the sun began to sink in the western horizon with its light. While the electricity is not yet turned on.

"Sorry, M'mselle. We came too late afternoon. Because our work has just been completed," said Amily was not tasty.

"No why. I get it."

"We left secretly. Otherwise, the senior servant would be furious. But we won't be afraid as long as there's Amily, she's very brave. He's the one who met Mme Maria when you needed honey." A girl who had been silent and looked timid, told a long story.

"really? Oh, I owe you so much, Amily." Naeva looked at the girl who looked younger than her and was full of gratitude..

"Don't feel indebted, M'mselle. After helping out, I made you antagonize my sister."

"It's not your fault, don't feel guilty anymore."

Slowly but surely, a familiarity was created between them. The young girls chatted while showing the results of their respective creations.

Then the electricity came on, and the servant girls were forced to leave the beautiful room with their kind owners to return to the castle.

"I ... want to talk to Mlle for a minute. You go first" said Amily before leaving Naeva's room.

"Mlle Gaulle, I'm really sorry for my sister's treatment" he said.

"Not think about it anymore." Naeva closed the door of her room from outside. Didn't want Marc to listen and know about the problem this morning.

"My brother was very loud. She's most afraid that I'm losing my job here, because ...."

Amily's words faltered, the girl looked hard to continue.

"Because he doesn't want me to go home. We lived with a drunk dad. That's .. very bad."

Naeva touched Amily's shoulder with a concerned look. The girl he had first met was always cheerful and feisty-looking today looking moody.

"Your brother loves you very much. I'm really okay. Come back, lest he really forbid you to be friends with me again."

Amily breathed a sigh of relief with the feeling of haru.

"I'm so happy to hear a friend of yours. Excuse me, M'mselle." The girl bowed her body, then smiled and turned away.

Naeva took a deep breath after Amily's departure. He felt grateful, even though his father was drunk but never rude. Even his father was very loving and loving.

Naeva turned around to go back in. But he did not open the door, someone called him from the stairs.

Naeva Room

Abellard's Room