Bettor Mr. Nobles
Chapter 43

"How's M'mselle? Has the maid been forgiven?" marc asked as soon as Naeva went back into his room.

Naeva nodded, "yes, but she will still be expelled from this castle."

Marc got up from the bed and walked weakly towards the chair that was near the 1x1/2 meter window.

The lady then approached and sat down on the chair facing her.

"I'll move out of your room today, M'mselle. I've been cured."

"But you're still very weak, Marc."

"I can rest in the room of the horse stables guard. I don't want people here to think badly of you."

Naeva paused for a moment, noticing Marc's still pale face.

"alright. But you have to come back if those guards are not nice to you," he worried with a concerned look.

Marc smiles. Miss Naeva always worried about her like a little sister she loved so much. The lady is much younger than him.

"I'm a strong man, M'mselle ..." Marc demonstrated the movement of showing off the arm muscles while puffing the chest.

Naeva chuckles at him.

"Yes, your arms are really strong. I still remember how you squeezed the apple given by the actor in the caravan, who played the prince for me to the point of being crushed to pieces. You also think that apples are poisonous like Anne, don't you?"

Marc smiles. Of course he didn't think the apple was poisonous. But the actor's gaze on his lady was poisonous, making Marc want to stab his naughty eyes, but he could only vent his frustration at the apple.

"Given the poison problem, the maid must have been bribed into confessing as the perpetrator" Marc said later.

Naeva. "No, I'm sure it wasn't bribed, it was threatened. I know their life from Amily. They live with a drunken father who seems to have been abusive towards Amily. So that her brother was very afraid Amily was fired and had to go home to her father. Maybe that fear is what the perpetrator used, by threatening to fire Amily," said Naeva.

He was very sure, it was the influential people who planned it, because the culprit knew the life history of his brother Amily. And the most appropriate person to suspect according to Naeva was the Countess. But he still doubted that if the Countess had intended to poison him, there was no way the servant would have said his food from the Countess herself.

"Oh, what a pity .." sighed Marc. "I could have testified, that I saw someone else who put the poison. But who's gonna believe us? Moreover, the female servant has claimed to be the perpetrator," he regretted.

"Yes, right. There's only one thing we can do now, Marc. We have to ask the woman who threatened her. Though I'm not sure she'll say it, there's no harm in trying."

Tok

There was a knock on the door of the room. Both are looking straight.

"Let me open it, Marc," forbid Naeva as soon as she saw Marc standing up.

The girl came to the door and opened it.

Amily stood in the doorway with a sad look.

"Amily? Did something happen?" Naeva frowned worriedly.

"No, M'mselle."

"Your brother's been treated?"

Amily nodded, "already M'mselle. I've come to talk to you" he said. After revealing his point, a drop of tears flowed down the girl's cheeks. Naeva immediately understood, that Amily needed someone to share lara at this time.

"Where do you want to talk? Are you comfortable inside?"

Amily glanced into the room. His eyes saw the gray-eyed handsome figure inside there staring at him. Amily immediately hid her face with a lowered head, then shook her head. He didn't want Marc to see him in a mess like this.

"All right then we'll talk on the stairs, '" Naeva suggested.

***

Abellard stared at the ring with a row of daisies in her hand with smiling lips. He will give the ring back while proposing to Naeva.

The man put back the ring he bought at the magical gypsy shop into his own box.

His eyes turned to the mirror. Tidying up her hair and appearance before meeting Naeva.

A bunch of red and white roses lying on the table will accompany her on this mission of love.

Abellard grabbed the flower and the ring box, then took a deep breath.

Oh ... His heartbeat started racing. He's really nervous.

In front of the mirror he looked back at himself. Making sure his appearance at that time was really gallant. After being confident and confident, the man turned towards the door.

Abellard clucked dissatisfied. He again developed a smile, and this second time was better than that smile.

"Naeva .. a-I .. I want you to be my wife right now!" said stammering.

But then he grimaced himself while scratching his nape. That's a very selfish statement. It strongly reflects the stubbornness Naeva has always accused him of.

The man shook his own. He should look for a softer sentence.

"Naeva, will you be my wife?" he said it full of feeling.

Yup! Here's the right word. Her charming lips smiled happily. And turned back towards the door with gallant steps.

"Monsieur Count?" A spoiled voice instantly shocked Abellard as soon as she opened the door of her room. The voice of Lady Angelia.

"Well, what a beautiful rose. Is this for me?" ask the girl, rounding her eyes.

"No!" abellard replied firmly.

"Who is it for?" Lady Angelia pursed her lips with a sulking look.

"It's none of your business!" resounding.

"But I really like roses."

"If you like, buy."

"I want you to give it to me." Lady Angelia put on a cute and adorable face that is always able to melt the heart of anyone.

But unfortunately, the man he was snapping was hovering alone with his thoughts towards other women.

"I'll give you flowers when you can't afford them anymore."

Lady Angelia smiled and heard him, then said with her chin raised haughtily. "Monsieur Comte, you know I have everything and can afford anything. But I just want your gift."

"Until when will you be able to buy everything?" fishing rod Abellard.

Lady Angelia grew increasingly challenged to hear Abellard's question, then laughed softly. "That's a question you already know the answer to, Monsieur Comte. I'm a lady, who will guarantee her life at any time. And if I can't buy what I want, it'll only happen after I die."

Abellard smiled with satisfaction, the lure succeeding. "In that case, I'll give you flowers after you die" she said as she walked past the woman.

Leaving lady Angelia who was also feeling immense shame. Never before has he been underestimated and ignored like that. The girl stomped her feet with a dead red face.

Not how far Abellard stepped, Mme Aamber appeared to be another barrier. But the Count kept on stepping quietly, he had prepared everything.

"Ma Fils, where are you going?" Mme Aamber's eyes were fixed on the white mixed red rose held by her son.

Abellard developed her smile.

"Of course I want to see Mere. I brought flowers. But I doubt what color would be suitable for Mere."

"You brought Mere flowers?" Mme Aamber looked at haru.

"Yes, it seems that the one that suits Mere is a white flower." Abellard picked out all the white roses among the red roses and gave them to her mother. "White love Mere for me," he said sincerely.

Mme Aamber smiled happily. "Merci, Ma Fils ...." The woman grabbed a white rose from her son's hand. "Mere will put it in a vase, to keep it fresh."

"Oh, that's a very good idea, Mre. I'll go first. There's something I have to do." Abellard kissed her mother's forehead at a glance and rushed away.

Mme Aamber nodded happily and immediately brought the fresh flowers her son had given to the room.

Abellard gave a sigh of relief. Now he can calmly meet the woman he loves.

The man continued to tread happily up the stairs inside the South Tower. Until he reached the winding stairs to the top, he heard the voices of people talking. It was like the voice of Naeva and another woman.

"I was once going to be sold by my father, M'mselle..." The woman said in the middle of her crying voice.

Ah, it must be Amily. Abellard stopped her steps. The servant girl must have been pouring her grief on Naeva. And he felt he had to give them time.

"I've been through the same thing, Amily. I became my father's gambling bet. Yes even though he accidentally put my picture on the gambling table. But that's the disadvantage of being drunk, making human common sense disappear." Naeva replied with a calming tone.

Abellard. Bet gambling? A photo placed on the gambling table? Why is he so familiar with the story?

A shadow suddenly struck his memory. Yes, it's a shadow of an event, which appears in Abellard's memory like a replayed documentary.

Abellard felt her head suddenly dizzy and a throbbing pain.