Bettor Mr. Nobles
Chapter 44

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.

The man clutched his head with one hand. Really sick. He could hear nothing but the buzzing, noisy voices in his head.

He really can't stand it. Until the bouquet of flowers in the grasp was forced on.leave it, so that both hands can grip the head.

This is not a good time to meet Naeva. His feet immediately stepped down the stairs as quickly as possible. But before him appeared a barrier, Lord Alfred, who had just walked out of his room.

"Monsieur Comte," vaguely the call of the man was heard.

Abellard couldn't answer, she couldn't even stand up anymore, her head completely dizzy. Until he chose to ignore Lord Alfred and continued to run down the stairs.

Abellard did not know how the Lord of England reacted because he was ignored, and he did not have time to think about it.

As soon as he got inside, his steps began to stagger. His vision began to blur, and he saw Mary approaching. His hand instantly caught the middle-aged woman's arm before falling onto the marble floor.

"Take me to the room, Maria ...."

"Well, Monsieur Comte," Mary answered without asking. Seeing the ill-fated state of the Count, he knew this was not the time to ask and panic.

In his room, Abellard could see nothing but the memory in his brain. He was put to sleep by Mary on his big bed and immediately closed his eyes, holding back the dizziness on his head.

One by one the things he had forgotten were reflected back under his closed eyes. Until the shadow when he visited a casino on the outskirts of Marseille. The most popular casino that only dares to be visited by the nobles.

He came with a few bodyguards, who then waited faithfully for him outside the Casino.

Abellard entered the glittering building in a black tuxedo suit and a dark blue silk shirt inside. His thick hair was covered in a tall cowboy hat.

Hustle and bustle and the voice of the noble lady sounded giggling between the gambling tables.

Among them there are wives who accompany husbands to bet, but many women who only status as mistresses.

Their eyes all immediately stared flirtatiously at the incoming Count de Marseille. But in contrast to the reaction of the male nobles who immediately had grim faces, it was as if the young Count had come to snatch all their winnings at the betting table.

Abellard stepped up without a smile and was suave. He is like a king of darkness who is idolized by women but respected by men.

"Monsieur Count of Abellard!" Someone called him from the right desk. Table that has been filled by men and women with jetset looks.

Abellard's steps are headed there.

"This table is full" he said briefly as soon as he came before the middle-aged man who called out to him.

That man was the Count de Merlimont. Nobles who are known as gambling enthusiasts. The man never wants to bet a little and never stops before getting a big win. Just like Abellard.

"Not full" replied the Count de Merlimont, glancing at the man before him. Which he thinks is too small to give bets since. "Monsieur Brun has finished playing" he said.

The man named Brun immediately felt expelled from the table. With an annoyed face he stood up and invited Abellard.

"Please Monsieur Comte Abellard, I want to catch the wind for a while," he said with embarrassment.

Without any expression, Abellard occupied the chair

"You came back alone, Monsieur. Has the mistress you've been with all this time been boring?" ask a man sitting next to her.

"Do you think women are toys, so it can be said boring?!" Syndicate sharply.

Made the man speechless and turned his face red with embarrassment. Moreover, the accompanying wife then pinched his arm.

And strangely enough, every woman we date is not all beautiful. The type is very diverse. Some are elite noble girls, but there are also former mistresses of others, even the handsome man had dated a noble woman older than him.

"Unfortunately, Mlle Claire (Miss Claire) is very sweet, but" commented the Comte de Merlimont regretfully.

Abellard just nodded her head.

Yes, that girl is indeed sweet and meek. But unfortunately, the girl begins to fall in love with him. Though from the beginning they have been bound by promises, there should be no feeling in their theatrical relationship.

At first the girl came crying because she never married her lover and her lover never cared and did not appreciate it. The girl begged the popular and handsome Count to make her a mistress, so that her haughty lover would realize that he liked many great men.

And Abellard helped him. He could never see a woman being persecuted. She even dated an older woman, because she was always tortured by her husband.

There was a very bitter story in the past that bore trauma to the heart of the Count. Which makes him unable to see women beaten or humbled by men.

A moment later, Abellard heard a noise from the gambling table to her left. An old man who was heavily drunk came to the attention of all the players at the table.

"You're really going to stake your castle?" ask someone about the old man.

"Yes, the castle has been so deserted after the wife I love. What else am I living there for?" the man replied in a voice that began to be less clear.

Abellard continued to pay attention, until suddenly the man took out a piece of photo and put it on the gambling table.

"This ... This is my very beautiful daughter. She's very good .. like an angel." The old man then cried. "I .. I don't deserve to have him as a son, I don't deserve to be his father."

The male royals at the gambling table thought that the old man made his daughter a bet. They start to blaspheme. But as soon as one of them took the photo and immediately exclaimed in admiration upon seeing it, the other men then scrambled to take a look as well.

Meanwhile, the father no longer realized what he had done.

A noble who was notoriously depraved towards women seemed to smile. Then loudly exclaim. "I'll bet a very big one on this girl!"

His fat and loyal assistant standing behind him instantly cheered up with a sly, slick smile of his master.

Abellard gave a long sigh. It looks like tonight he can't play as he pleases. He had to win a bet on that table for the sake of that poor girl who knew nothing far there.

The tall man got up from his chair.

"I'm sorry, I have to play at another table" he said, bowing slightly to the partner at his desk.

The count de Merlimont looked disappointed. But the man sitting next to her smiled mockingly at Abellard and the women at her desk, as if to say that the man they praised was nothing more than a tiger who could not see a rabbit.

Abellard did not care, she immediately stepped onto the left table.

"I'm playing!" he was firmly in front of the man who was always fanned by his fat assistant.

The man looked at her tensely. The biggest obstacle suddenly came when he wanted to have a beautiful girl in the photo. Meanwhile, his assistant instead looked at Abellard in admiration.

"Please, Monsieur ...." A casino official invited him.

"Look at the picture first, maybe you're not interested in a young girl like this" taunted the lecherous man who knew that Abellard had dated an older woman.

He threw the photo in front of Abellard.

"Necessary" Abellard answered briefly.

"That's so arrogant!" ketus the angry man.

Abellard sighed. Then he grabbed the photo because he didn't want to argue.

And when his eyes saw the pretty figure in the photo, Abellard knew, his heart suddenly shook.