Bettor Mr. Nobles
Chapter 36

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

"Mlle Gaulle!"

Naeva turned her head and saw Alfred appear with a confident smile.

"How are you today?"

Naeva bowed slightly respectfully. "Okay, My Lord. What about you?" the answer.

Alfred smiled happily at Naeva's welcome.

"I'm so happy today. Because I just found a really beautiful riding spot in Marseille."

"Oh, really?" Naeva was interested to hear that. He likes something that is related to nature.

Alfred looked more excited.

"Yes, it's really beautiful. You'll never find a greener place in Marseille than I found this. Therefore, I came to take you riding with me tomorrow morning."

Naeva was interested. Because he needs a fresh atmosphere to calm the mind for a few days confined in the tower room. But riding with Lord Alfred is certainly not a fun option. Because he was never comfortable with the Englishman.

"Sorry, My Lord. I can't go with. Maybe next time, 'cause Marc hasn't really healed yet."

Alfred was immediately disappointed.

"That guy's just looking for a chance at your kindness, M'mselle. Really sly!" cynical insinuation.

Naeva was stunned to hear it, her eyes immediately narrowed with a dislike look.

Realizing Naeva's angry reaction to her remark, Alfred immediately changed the subject.

"If you can't ride, I hope you'll be with me for dinner tonight."

Naeva immediately shook her head, "sorry, I can't. I'm allowed to enter first, My Lord. Good night." Naeva quickly turned around to her room and closed the door.

Leaving Alfred standing before the door with a dead red face. The man clenched his hands while growling furiously, then beat the wall with his fist.

***

The cloudy morning.

A tall, strapping man in a white silk shirt stood before the door of a room with his hands clenched with determination. That is the count. The sole heir of a noble family in the City of Marseille.

Today he will fight for his love. He told his mother that he would soon marry Naeva.

Abellard knew, because of her status as a single Count and sole successor to Marseille Castle, she could not choose her own soul mate.

Like other young nobles. They will be betrothed to women from peerless noble families. They have properties and businesses that can support each other. The marriage will bring benefits on both sides of the family.

But after marrying the young nobles will remain with her lover in an illicit relationship.

Abellard doesn't want that. He just wants to build a relationship that is pure because of love, that is clean without the stain of infidelity. And that was with Naeva alone.

Tok

Abellard knocked on her mother's door.

"It's Mere, Abellard" he said.

Not long before the voice sounded from inside. "Come in."

Abellard opened the door of her mother's room and saw the Countess standing before a painting. A painting he had never seen before hung on the wall of the luxurious room.

"What's that new painting, Mere?" Abellard raised her eyebrows.

"You don't remember?" Mme Aamber asked back with a probing look.

Abellard watched the painting of the beautiful woman for a moment, then shook her head.

Mme Aamber smiled. But for some reason, Abellard felt her mother seemed relieved to see her shake her head.

"The woman in this painting is similar to Mere" Abellard said, noting the painting's return.

Abellard could feel her mother's happy mood, and this was a good opportunity for her.

"What's up until you see Mere? Is there a problem?"

Abellard looked at her mother straight. "Yes, there's something I want to talk about."

The countess walked to a small table where she used to enjoy tea alone or with Mary.

"Sit down" he asked the son.

Abellard stepped up and sat down in front of her mother.

"What do you want to talk about? Have you decided what day is suitable for your wedding?"

"Yes, I decided on my wedding day. And that's as soon as possible."

The countess smiled widely at it. "You see? Mere did not choose the wrong daughter-in-law. You'll love Lady Angelia!" exclaimed the middle-aged woman was delighted.

"No Mere, not with Lady Angelia, but with Naeva."

Abellard's reply made the countess' face freeze instantly. The smile of happiness that adorned her beautiful face in an instant disappeared.

Mme Aamber instantly rose from her seat with a look of wrath. "What did you say Abellard?! Have you lost your mind?!" His voice suddenly blared. Then turn around and move towards the window.

"I can't marry anyone else, Mere! Because I only love Naeva!"

"But life is not just love, Ma Fils!" (my son)

Mme Aamber said as he glanced at the painting earlier with a nelangsa look.

"Mere, life is not just a love affair, but my life is only a Naeva chapter! Because without Naeva I can't live!"

The Countess turned back and glared at her son. "Naeva de Gaulle is not a good woman, Ma Fils! He wants to use you!"

"No, Mere. Naeva loves me!" abellard replied sure.

"Even if he loves you, it's because he knows who you really are."

Abellard shook her head while smiling. "Before Mere's emissary came, Naeva did not know who I really was, Mere. The castle is separate from the countryside. And he never went far away let alone into the city! He doesn't know about anyone who's influential in the city."

"Lantas, why didn't he tell you to find out who you really are? Why would he give you a fake identity?"

"All because of love, Mere. Naeva fell in love with me and didn't want to see me go. Mere won't understand because Mere doesn't care about love!"

Mme Aamber was silent to hear it. There was a pain in the woman's eyes when she heard Abellard's last words.

Of love? Of course he understands love. He even understands how love can hurt his heart deeply.

After a while, the face that implied the wound from that heart, froze again. His lips were thin until they looked like a straight line. And the Countess again debated her son.

"She's a poor girl, you think she'll take a young man's life for no particular reason?"

This time Abellard smiled as she nodded. Her shadow of Naeva is always interesting and makes her want to always praise. "Yes, Naeva is so, she never had a reason to help others. He also housed a beggar boy, in addition to a servant family in his old castle. Does Mere also think he wants to snare that beggar boy?"

Mme Aamber was completely at a loss for words. He didn't know how to argue with his son.

"Naeva is a very nice girl, Mere. After getting to know her later, Mere will know that Mere's judgment of her was wrong!" abellard.

After that, he no longer waited for debate from his mother. The man then stepped out of the room.

He took a deep breath. I can't wait to finish all my plans to marry Naeva.

His goal now was to gather all the inhabitants of his castle to be pawned. If necessary, he will use cruel methods. He had to make sure the castle was safe for Naeva.

Mary who was standing in front of her master's room looked at the count's ambitious face with a frowning forehead.

"What's up, Monsieur Count?"

"Mary, gather all the inhabitants of this castle in the hall. I'll make an announcement!" strict orders. Then immediately stepped towards the hall to wait.