Bettor Mr. Nobles
Chapter 47

"Monsieur Comte, are you okay?" Maria's worried voice sounded faintly at Abellard's hearing.

But the man could not open his eyes. Cold sweat had splashed out on his forehead and all over his body. While his head was still noisy by the memories that revolved alternately.

"Who are you?" The first words he said when he first opened his eyes in Wisteria Castle were clearly reflected in his memory now.

"We are the ones who have helped you from the pursuit of a group of people who want to kill you," that's Marc's answer, which at that time was not clearly recorded by his brain that was still dazed.

"Kill?"

"Yes. Now you can go home to your own home. I can deliver. On condition that you close your eyes, because we don't want you to come back here and bring us trouble."

Yes, Abellard remembers clearly now, Marc replied honestly.

"But .. I don't know where to go. I don't remember anything."

Then he saw Naeva emerge from behind Marc's body and asked with concern. "You don't remember who you really are?"

Naeva's expression at that time he remembered clearly. The look on the girl's face was a look of fear, not the impression of falling in love as Anne had said.

"No. I don't remember it ...."

"You are Richard. My only cousin!" Naeva spoke the lie with great enthusiasm.

Oh my God .. The girl deliberately took advantage of her amnesiac state to lie!

Abellard felt a pain in her heart. The girl did not care what she had gone through when she came to the old castle to fetch love. A very sincere love from his heart.

All the memories of the once beautiful Wisteria Castle are now turning painful for Abellard. It is in the mind of how he was fooled by the girl he loved and all the inhabitants of the warm castle.

A single tear came out from the end of her eyelid that was still closed and continued to flow beside her ear.

Maria who saw that immediately panicked. It seemed that the Count was suffering from extreme pain, to the point of tears.

The middle-aged woman immediately shouted in panic.

"Hurry up and bring a doctor right now. Have you told the countess?"

"Already, Ma'am. The countess is on her way here" replied the servant who was standing in the doorway of the room, looking out in a panicked manner.

"Maria ..." call Abellard in a voice that sounds like a whisper.

"Yes, Monsieur. I'm here" Maria replied as she grabbed Abellard's hand and held it.

"What ... will you forgive ... the person who exploits the weaknesses of others ... for his own sake?" Abellard still closed her eyes. Even though his consciousness had completely recovered.

Mary frowned confusedly, why did the Count suddenly ask such a question?

But the woman answered him. "It was a very heinous act, Monsieur. Such a person should be taught a lesson. Do you still feel pain, Monsieur? Is that the guy who made you sick?" Mary's eyes looked teary.

Abellard did not answer. He doesn't know who to blame, Naeva, or the circumstances that made him amnesiac, or Claire and her lover, or even himself who was already in love when he saw the photo of Naeva?

"Abellards! Oh Mon Deu! What happened to her?" Mme Aamber came in in a panic.

"I don't know Ma'am either. Soon the doctor will come" replied Maria.

And as the woman said, soon the doctor came. The middle-aged man who was toting the suitcase could only sigh heavily, considering that he had just returned from this Castle to treat an inmate. Now he was called back to treat the Count.

***

Tok

"Mlle Gaulle! Mlle Gaulle!"

Naeva's bedroom door was knocked from the outside along with the sound of a hasty call.

Naeva, who had just made her bed after Marc left her room, turned her head in shock and immediately ran to open her bedroom door.

It turns out that Sora, the scared girl of his friend Amily who came to him.

"What's Sora?"

"Mlle Gaulle, Monsieur Comte suddenly fell ill. He is now being examined by a doctor!"

Naeva. Abellard's sick?

"What pain?" The girl immediately looked panicked.

"I don't know, M'mselle. Amily's asking me to tell you because she's looking after her sister."

"Sora, is Monsieur Comte now in his room?"

"Yes, he's being examined by a doctor in his room."

"Together Countess?" Naeva's eyebrows are linked anxiously.

"Yes, it seems so. Mme Maria called him right away."

Naeva gulped her saliva. It seemed like the path to visit Abellard would be difficult for him. "Alright, Sora. Thanks for telling me."

"Yes, M'mselle .. I'm sorry."

Naeva nodded weakly as she closed the door again.

What should he do now? There was no way the Countess would let him meet Abellard. Oh .. Oh my God. His heart was really worried. I hope Abellard is okay. But his heart would not calm down before seeing it for itself.

After thinking so, Naeva's steps came to a sudden halt. Yeah, his wish just now could have been a good idea. He's gonna break through. Look at Abellard no matter what.

Tok

A knocking sound rang out at the door of his room.

Naeva immediately stepped to the door. Who came this time? Could Marc?

Naeva pulled the doorknob, and saw Lord Alfred standing in the doorway with a bunch of red roses in his hand.

"Good afternoon, Naeva .. May I call you that? It feels more familiar." Lord Alfred smiled broadly.

Naeva melengos disappointed. The arrival of this man further aggravated his disturbing mood.

"But we are not familiar, My Lord," he said.

Lord Alfred seemed unhappy to hear Naeva's reply. But he still continues with the experts put on the look of attention and friendly.

"Alright, if you think so, it means we have to do something to familiarize ourselves. How about we start by going to dinner at this castle together?"

Naeva breathed impatiently. He wanted to kick the guy out quickly so he could figure out a way to see Abellard.

"Sorry, my Lord. I can't" he refused directly.

Lord Alfred now looked really angry. Naeva could see her jaw hardening.

But then Naeva remembered something. Taking a dinner from Lord Alfred could be his chance to enter the castle and visit Abellard.

"But I think .. I can," he later said.

The look on Lord Alfred's face immediately turned happy.

"Can? You mean you can come with me?"

Naeva nodded, "yes ..." she replied.

"Oh, okay. Tomorrow night we have dinner together. I'll pick you up." Lord Alfred's eyes seemed to sparkle with excitement. "Ah, yes. Here's a flower for you. You must like roses, right?" Lord Alfred said sure. Because he saw for himself Abellard brought the flower to Naeva. But somehow the Count suddenly dropped his flowers and returned in a hurry. Maybe something happened in their relationship. But importantly, this was his chance to corner.

For a while, Naeva stared doubtfully at the rose that Alfred handed over, but finally she took the bouquet. It was fine to just accept flowers, as long as her feelings of love were only for Abellard.

"Yes, I love all kinds of flowers" she replied.

Lord Alfred smiled happily. "See you tomorrow night." The man waved his hand with a sumringah look.

Naeva nodded and quickly closed the door.

**

Abellard rose from her sleep with a body that felt so limp. It was as if his power had just drained away.

"I'm okay, Doctor. Just give me a vitamin that can restore my energy" he told the doctor.

Mme Aamber felt her son's forehead with a worried look.

"Are you sure you're okay, Ma Fils?"

Abellard nodded. "I just remember something. And it makes me tired" he replied bitterly. His heart is still very sore.

"What's? So your memory has returned?" Mme Aamber's eyes are enlarged.

"Yes, but not everything."

"From now on it is possible that the memory of Monsieur Comte will return little by little, every time he sees or hears something that triggers his memory" said the Doctor.

"Well! That's very good, Ma Fils. Oh, Mere can't imagine if you keep forgetting everything. Because this castle needs a Count with knowledge who has been educated since childhood, as well as our factories." Mme Aamber exclaimed in delight. He truly wished for his son to return to the way he had been, obey all his commands and love him with all his heart.

"May I have some time to myself? I want to rest." Abellard did not respond to her mother's words.

"Alright, Monsieur. I'll leave the vitamins you asked for on the table" replied the doctor.

After all leaving her as she had asked, Abellard opened a small closet drawer next to her bed. Take a picture and look at it for a long time.

Abellard felt her heart still tremble like it was the first time she looked at the face of the simple girl in the photo. She still loves Naeva.

Could it be that what his mother said was true? Naeva deliberately wanted to snare him? Her father must have told her about the incident at the Casino that night. Even though the old man was drunk, the casino would tell him what his losses were after he woke up.

Moreover, then he sent a telegram to announce his arrival to Wisteria Castle. Naeva probably knows who she really is.

And when Mere tells her that the girl is purposely ensnaring her, Anne comes to say that the reason her lady lied was because she had been in love since first sight.

Oh Mon Deu! If Naeva really intends to use it, it feels like she will no longer be able to live.

"Gram!!" Abellard clutched her hair in frustration. Until the photos that are still in his grasp come packed.

But then quickly tidied up the photo again with a look of panic, as if accidentally had hurt Naeva.

His eyes looked back at the photo. It is clear in the mind that Naeva's attitude is always sincere to everyone. To make Abellard realize that there is no way Naeva is that bad.

Abellard closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

It's not fair if he decides everything according to his memory. He had to ask Naeva directly. Is it true, the girl has loved him since first sight?