Bettor Mr. Nobles
Chapter 42

Abellard's sturdy hands seemed to tremble. While his look was so tense. He quickly attached the leaf to the wound on the servant.

"Akh!" the female servant shouted in pain.

"Yeah!" Abellard screamed in shock. His body jumped backwards.

Naeva and Amily were surprised to hear the baritone voice of the Count shouting loudly.

"You why?" ask Naeva.

Abellard's handsome face was pale, while her breath seemed to hunt.

"I-I was just surprised," she replied quickly.

Naeva and Amily frowned in wonder, it felt like the woman's sick cry was not tight. The two girls then looked at each other with confused looks.

"Akh!" The woman groaned again, taking their minds off the Count.

The female servant slowly opened her eyes. His usual sharp gaze now looked wistful and weak. He saw on his left side Naeva and Amily. But he did not know that on his right side there was the Count, because of his sleeping position on his stomach with his face to the left.

"What are you doing ... come here? What ... do you want to repay me?" The female servant asked in a disjointed voice and almost sounded like a whisper. Then his body tried to get up.

"Don't move first. I just want to treat your wounds, "prevent Naeva while gently touching the woman's shoulders.

"Sister, there's Monsieur Comte here. Mlle Gaulle called him, and he treated you."

The female servant looked surprised. But he did not dare to look and just chose silence.

"Sister," call Amily again, the girl sobbed back. "Why didn't you tell me who the real culprit was? Why would you want to take on the crimes of others?" he insisted impatiently.

Her brother was silent for a moment. "I am ... the culprit," the woman replied later.

"If you don't admit it, then after the doctor's treatment you have to leave here" Abellard said, staring in the other direction.

Although not the servant who did it, but he was still involved in the conspiracy, because it covers up who the real culprit. And Abellard can't let someone like that in her castle.

"The doctor has arrived, Monsieur Comte," reported a servant who appeared with a middle-aged man who several days ago examined Marc, the doctor of trust of the Marseille noble family.

Naeva immediately cleaned up the medical supplies when the doctor came in.

"Well, how do you know these leaves?" ask the doctor about Abellard.

"Mlle Gaulle knew it" replied the man.

The Doctor watched the young girl who was arranging the medicinal equipment painstakingly for a moment.

"The girl is very young. You must be a very caring person and like to help parents," praised the Doctor with eyes radiating admiration.

Naeva smiled at the doctor's praise. Then stood up while tapping the medicine box he had packed.

"I don't have any parents anymore. I found this leaf with my brother. We had to find a cure ourselves for not being able to call a healer every time we got hurt. And I happen to live on the edge of the forest."

The doctor nodded with a look of admiration to hear the explanation of Naeva who was still so young according to him.

"Alright, then we'll just wait outside, Doctor. Please treat it," Abellard said, then extended her hand to Naeva, "Come on," she said.

Naeva looked at Abellard's hand, then glanced at the Doctor and Amily. With a blushing look, the girl welcomed the Comte's hand which immediately grasped her warmly.

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"Did you know? I don't like you calling me you, even if it's just in front of other people" Abellard protested as soon as they both walked out of the holding room, and walked side by side in the basement hallway. While the hands of the two are still holding each other. Warm, and that warmth creates comfort in their hearts.

"Want I should call what? Your highness the Count?" naeva Goda.

Abellard looked up in alarm. His hand then moved to pinch the tip of Naeva's nose. Making the girl blush and lower her face.

"I'll call you Ma cherie and you call me Mon cherie."

In France, the word ''ma cherie'' is usually interpreted as my dear. The call ''ma cherie'' is used to call a female lover, while ''mon cherie'' is used to call a male lover.

Naeva laughed at hearing that. "You're gibbering," he said in between laughter.

"I'm not messing with you."

"I can't call you that in front of your mother, can I?"

"Why not? You should call me that!" Abellard insists. As usual, the man remained stubborn.

Naeva shakes her head. Watching the man walking beside her was a slow-goal. Why would he like this stubborn guy? Abellard was handsome, but Naeva never saw a handsome man. Marc is also very handsome.

"I love you" whispered Abellard suddenly as she returned her gaze.

Making Naeva's heart instantly palpitate. The shady look of the ocean-blue eyes, as well as the warm touch of her hands, were indeed able to shake Naeva's heart. That's why Naeva fell in love. Because only Abellard can shake his heart.