Bettor Mr. Nobles
Chapter 52

"Don't drink that!" sergeant Abellard takes a glass from Naeva's hand violently.

"Why?! Is it because this drink belongs to you, Monsieur Comte?" ketus Naeva with a soft voice, so as not to provoke the attention of other guests.

"No! Because you have to obey my words!" firmly the man.

Naeva snorted while smiling sideways. "You're a shitty guy! I'll never understand your way of thinking."

"You just need to understand that men like Alfred can't be trusted."

"Why? Do you think Alfred would put poison in that drink?" Naeva again challenged Abellard with her gaze. "Give me that drink, let me realize that you're always thinking badly of others!"

Abellard's anger was immediately provoked to hear Naeva's words.

"Why do you insist so much on drinking it?! Are you looking forward to being with her after being away from me?!"

Naeva. Abellard's words were too heart-slicing and hurt her feelings. The pain within his chest slowly rose into his eyes and created tears. The girl looked at the Count with teary eyes.

"Yes!" grit it with a stifled voice. Her crying was really going to explode. "I want to be close to anyone but you!" huskily.

Then his hand moved quickly to grab the drink and chug it down.

Abellard. It was not possible to prevent Naeva from drinking it. Naeva's wounded rampage completely struck her heart. The girl was hurt and crying because of the stupidity that she repeated. He did not intend to create such a bitter atmosphere between them. He loved Naeva, and his love never diminished. He was just angry .. and at this moment was a little mixed with jealousy that he could never control.

An hour passed. All guests felt it was time to return after tasting every kind of deluxe food served and also chatting.

Monsieur Simon turned to Naeva and called out to her with a smile. "Mlle Gaulle, excuse me now. I hope you don't mind meeting me again tomorrow" he said.

Naeva immediately blinked her eyes with a slight look up, to remove the tears. Then get up and respect the man. "Yes, of course I don't mind, Monsieur. I'll wait for your arrival."

Lady Angelia looked at Naeva annoyed. It was now increasingly difficult for her to drive the poor girl out of her future husband's castle.

Naeva sat back, waiting for the guests to get up from their seats first. Suddenly his head felt dizzy. The girl held her head while grimacing.

It turned out that Naeva's reaction did not forget the attention of Abellard who was still sitting next to him.

"You why?" ask the man to worry.

"My head .. dizzy." Naeva supported her head with both elbows resting on the table while closing her eyes.

Abellard stared at the empty drink glass suspiciously. Then glanced at Lord Alfred across the table. The man seemed to smile at Naeva's state, then got up from his chair and approached.

"Let's go back, Naeva. We come together, of course we also have to get back together" he said.

"For My Lord. I'm feeling dizzy" refused Naeva.

"really? Well, you might be exhausted. Better get some rest now, I'll take you to the room." Lord Alfred reached out his hand to grab Naeva's arm

Abellard who saw that immediately caught the Lord's hand and gripped it.

"No need, let me deliver," forbade Abellard in a sharp tone.

"Monsieur Comte, it doesn't matter if I deliver, because our room is in one building."

Abellard was inflamed hearing the man's answer. "But this is my problem!" he pushed Lord Alfred's shoulder out of his sight.

Abellard called Naeva who no longer spoke and denied. While his left hand snatched the glass of used drinks from the table.

"Doctor!" call Abellard to the doctor who has stepped into the hall with the guests and the Countess.

The well-appointed man looked back and quickly approached when he saw the Count taking Naeva. Something must have happened.

Abellard handed the glass in her hand to the man. "Please, check the drink that is still in this glass. Whether it contains something or not. Please bring the results to me immediately."

"Good, Monsieur. I'll check as soon as possible" replied the Doctor, taking a glass from the Comte's hand.

Lord Alfred stood stiffly in his place. His face looked tense. It seemed like his deeds would soon be exposed, and it was extremely dangerous for his position in this castle. So will his sister's position later.

Naeva seemed to be getting weaker and began to become unconscious. Abellard immediately carried him bridal style, then stepped gallantly towards his room. Let Naeva rest in her room because she cannot carry her way outside the castle and up the stairs of the Tower.

"Why is everything red?" asked the girl with her eyes half closed.

"Red?" Abellard. Staring at the puzzled girl in his carrier.

"Yes ... Everything red. Oh, I seem to be inside a rose ...." Naeva started to mess up. "Ah no, it's in a red box," the error is getting messy.

Abellard immediately accelerated her pace.

Once inside the room, the man laid Naeva's body slowly on the bed. Then cover it with a blanket that is usually worn.

The man sighed and sat down at Naeva's side who had no reaction. The girl slept quietly. But his eyes were half open.

"Naeva?" call Abellard while waving her hand in front of the girl's face.

Taps!

Suddenly Naeva caught his hand.

"Merre?" call Naeva and look at Abellard's hand. It was like seeing his mother who was gone.

Then suddenly the girl hugged Abellard's hand and pressed her cheek against the man's fingers.

The Count was of course surprised. Her breath was instantly restrained and her heart skipped a beat feeling Naeva's touch in her hand.

"Mere, I miss you so much." Naeva started crying. His face looks so sad. It made Abellard who looked at him feel sad and claustrophobic.

Naeva raised Abellard's hand from her cheek. Then put the hand in front of his face.

"Mere, why did you leave me? Does Mere know? After Mere died, Pere left me. Give up his life for the gambling table. Until I, the fruit of love Mere and Pere became a betting item. What's my fault, Mere? Until my life should be someone else's right?" Naeva is crying again. His body shook.

Abellard gulped her saliva down with a sore chest.

"That time .. I was really scared of Mere. I have to part ways with Emma, Adam, Anne and Marc. I ... I will be picked up and made a mistress .. or even a slave to someone. I cried calling Mere. I want Mere to take me along, because I'm so scared."

Abellard felt her body completely lose strength. A deep sadness wracked her heart at Naeva's heartwarming outpouring.

Now he just understood, as scared as Naeva when he heard the news of his invitation. Though he will not make the girl a mistress let alone a slave, he will actually make Naeva his wife and future. But how could Naeva have known that, while the rumors that circulated about her life with women were so bad? Oh Mon Deu! He should have guessed that.

"I thought, Mere didn't listen to my call because Mere didn't come to pick me up until I was in this world. But it turns out that Mere heard, didn't she? Then he prayed for me until God sent him into amnesia."

Naeva paused for a moment. He looked at Abellard's hand which he still held. Then her lower lip seemed to come out like a baby that was about to cry, then Naeva was actually crying, and her crying was even more sober.

"I .. I know my decision to lie was wrong. But I'm so scared of Mera. And more wrongly, I .. I fell in love with the man I had lied to."

Abellard. The expression of love that Naeva did not realize felt sacred and beautiful, beyond her imagination all this time. The man shook. His heart was full of mixed feelings. Happy but painful. Relieved yet stifling. All because of his regret.

"He's angry Mere. She blames. Said I was deliberately playing with his life." Naeva wiped her tears with her left hand, while the right one still held Abellard's hand. "That's true .. I'm guilty," he continued. "But I didn't mean to ensnare him at all. I just want to love what I am. Wanted him to live with me without any titles or possessions. But he doesn't believe Mere .. he hurt me ...." Naeva hugged Abellard's hand as if hugging her mother, then sobbed back. Tears were pouring down his cheeks.

Abellard's trembling right hand slowly swept through the tears gently. The man bit his lips, feeling the pain of a deep sense of guilt. Her chest is so tight. He tried to hold back the crying. Yet a drop of tears flowed from her dark blue netra, which stared at Naeva shady and lewd. Abellard covered her face with her right hand, her shoulders shaking strongly.

"I'm sorry .. forgive my selfishness .. I'm sorry ..." whispered softly and repeatedly.