Bettor Mr. Nobles
Chapter 45

Abellard carried the photo in her grasp with a heart overflowing with excitement. He just won a bet. And the beautiful girl and her castle became her full right.

But that's not what he expected. He planned to propose to the girl officially. But first he had to introduce himself.

"We are sleeping in the inn tonight" he told two bodyguards and a loyal chariot coachman waiting outside.

"Okay, Monsieur," they replied, bowing respectfully.

In the inn, Abellard sat in front of the fireplace. It was still at the end of winter. Snow still falls thinly touching the shoots of fir trees.

The man was staring at a picture of a beautiful girl. His eyes exuded an immense amount of interest, as if he was looking at a bright future.

The girl had a warm smile. Stand up straight in a simple dress.

The charming lips of Abellard smiled. It was as if she was smiling back at the girl in the photo.

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The knocking on the door surprised him.

"Who?" His baritone voice asked firmly.

"I, Monsieur. Your bodyguard," replied the person who knocked on the door.

The man placed the photo on the table and got up reluctantly, then opened the door of his room slightly, giving the impression that he did not want to be disturbed.

"What's wrong?"

"Sorry Monsieur," replied the Guards with a reticent look. "There is .... " The bodyguard's speech was interrupted when suddenly someone standing behind the door pushed him hastily.

A young girl appeared and instantly scattered herself on the chest of her field.

"Monsieur Comte, I miss you so much!" exclaimed the girl while clutching her body tightly.

Abellard was shocked. The reflex of her hand pushed the girl's body away from her.

"Mlle Claire?! What are you doing?!" reprimanding him furiously, his hand swept his old blue shirt with an annoyed look. It was as if his body had been stained with something.

Abellard always seems to change partners, but that does not mean that women can touch her body.

The girl named Claire was apparently not concerned with the rejection of the man before her. He barged in from under Abellard's arm.

Abellard quickly turned around. While the bodyguard standing outside immediately left the room, thinking it was the personal business of the Count that he should not watch.

"Mlle Claire! You have crossed the line! Get out of my room now. Our business is done!" abellard.

The girl in yellow dress suddenly dropped herself on the wooden floor of the inn, then cried. Abellard was silent and did not know what to do.

"Monsieur Comte .. I can't forget you, really. Please .. accept my love. I'll make you happy" lamented the girl in a very poignant tone. His wet eyes looked at Abellard with a pleading gaze.

"Mlle Claire, don't make me regret helping you!" abellard.

"I'm not going back to him. That man will never appreciate me ... Not like you, Monsieur. You really appreciate women."

Abellard shakes. "No. You wrong. And I'll never be able to return your feelings."

"I've fallen in love with a girl." Abellard stepped towards the table and took a piece of the photo. "This, this is the girl I love. And I'll marry him soon."

Claire wails. His wet eyes stared bitterly at the photo Abellard showed.

"So .. There's no chance for me?"

Abellard shakes. "Go back to your lover. And learn to value yourself, that you may be appreciated by others."

Claire looks. And back to sobbing. His shoulders shook as he actually lamented with bursting and banging cries. "I .. will never be appreciated. I'm worthless in anyone's eyes!" he lamented in despair.

Abellard sighed. Iba saw the girl's fall.

"Mlle Claire ...." Abellard doesn't know what to do. He stood agitated with a feeling of error.

Until a while, Claire's wailing subsided. "There is no point in living in this world anymore. There's nothing more I can fight for ..." he said.

The pretty girl's hand moved down her dress and pulled out a knife.

Crass!

Without a second thought and without a doubt the girl stuck a knife in his chest.

"No!!!" peekik Abellard was shocked. His eyes glared in disbelief.

Right in front of him the girl stabbed her own chest, until it fell and sprawled on the wooden floor of the inn with a chest drenched in blood.

Abellard stiffened, looking at the horrifying sight that her head had never seen in person. Claire was shaking dying, her face pale expressionless.

"Guards!" abellard shouted with bated breath.

The guard standing guard not far from his room came hurriedly hearing the master's cry. And as soon as he saw the situation in the room, the man exclaimed in shock. His eyes were like seeing a ghost.

"W-what happened, Monsieur?"

Abellard still stood stiff. The throat was blocked and unable to answer for a while.

"In-he stabbed himself. Suddenly he took a knife and ...." Abellard could no longer continue her sentence.

The two men were silent in a tense silence. As the night wore on in the freezing winter wind.

Claire's body didn't move at all. His eyes were half-open with the rest of the tears soaking his lentic hair.

Slowly Abellard approached. His heart was pounding at the sight of the body drenched in blood before him. Holding her breath, her trembling hand extended towards the nose, checking Claire's breath. And when his index finger no longer felt the breath, Abellard closed her eyes tightly with a poignant look.

"Is he ... still alive?" ask the guard.

Abellard nodded slowly.

"W-what should we do now, Monsieur Comte?" the guards sounded panicked.

"Call the others, we'll take the body back to Marseille."