Bettor Mr. Nobles
Chapter 57

Chapter 57

Five minutes later, a waiter arrives to bring the recurring girl into the kitchen, leaving Naeva with a gap to avoid Abellard's crush.

The girl was blindfolded with a piece of cloth. "Sora?" muttered. It turned out to be that skinny and timid girl who was repeating herself today.

Sora was brought before the birthday cake and opened her blindfold after the count of three. The skinny girl opened her eyes slowly and instantly shut her mouth that was unbroken open in her amazement. A birthday cake, gifts and special dishes were in front of him.

"Thank you .. everyone," he said moved with teary eyes.

"Don't thank me first. We still have another surprise for you, you will definitely feel indebted to all of us after seeing it," a senior servant quipped in a jest.

"really? Any other surprises? What'sthat?" Sora looked very curious.

"If you want to know, close your eyes first."

The young girl instantly closed her eyes, with lips that were endlessly smiling.

The senior servant turned Sora's shoulder to face Naeva and Abellard. "Well, open your eyes now" he said.

This time Sora opened his eyes quickly, his heart was completely impatient. And a screech rang out from the girl's mouth.

"Oh my God!" shouted amazed. Then spontaneously prancing so excited.

Naeva got up from her chair and walked over with smiling lips.

Aware of her out of control attitude before the idol, Sora immediately turned around and covered her face. "Why didn't you tell me that Mlle Gaulle was coming?" whisper to his friends.

"It's not a surprise that we're telling you. Mlle Gaulle has also come since morning to prepare for this event" replied his friend.

"Waa...really?" peeked Sora still in a whispering voice.

"Did you rather talk about me than talk to me?" ask Naeva behind her.

Sora immediately turned around with a blushed face. "Thank you for coming in and getting this ready, M'mselle," he said with teary eyes.

"I'm just helping other friends get it ready. Happy birthday, Sora. May you develop into a great girl."

Sora was really moved. He was very fond of Naeva. Want to be like that girl from Wisteria Castle. Brave, warm and humble.

"Hey, don't cry" comforted Naeva as she looked at Sora's teary eyes. "We'll be grateful for your age with a smile." Naeva grabbed Sora's hand and grabbed it.

Sora nodded and blinked for a moment. His lips then smiled. "I'm so happy M'mselle."

Abellard looked at them with a smile. It turned out that the woman he chose was very easy for everyone to love. He was even more amazed at the girl who had the warm smile. She will fall in love and fall in love with Naeva again.

The count then rose from his chair and came. Stand straight beside Naeva with a firm and rigid attitude. Like his usual attitude when dealing with others.

"Are you not happy to see me coming?" ask the man to Sora.

Naeva turned and held a smile. Abellard seems to be starting to want to be friendly even though her attitude still has to be conditioned.

Sora immediately nodded in panic. "Sa-I'm happy, Monsieur Comte. Ten-of course very happy," he stuttered. Still imagined in his memory how frightening the Count when the trial in the hall the other day.

Abellard smiled inwardly. His eyes glanced at Naeva, as if to say that he was also idolized by the servants.

Seeing the count's expression, Naeva grew even more amused. If the Comte knew that in fact, Sora's hand was clasping tightly like a frightened man.

Sora's birthday event then goes horrendous and full of novelty.

The cake at the top of the cake tower will usually be given by the birthday person to the most special person, as well as the first piece in the cake. And Sora certainly gave it to Naeva.

Naeva welcomes her haru. Although Sora actually wanted to give it to the Count, in order to create a familiarity between the Master and his servants. But it seems too early to convince them that Abellard is actually a kind Lord. Moreover, Sora is a cowardly girl.

***

In the afternoon, it was time for Naeva to accompany the Countess to meet Monsieur Simon. The girl did not change her dress, still with the purple dress she wore to attend Sora's birthday party.

Since these few days, he deliberately sparing to wear clothes, because Amily and Sora always come to take his dirty clothes for them to wash.

The girl simply tidied her hair and immediately descended from her room towards the main building of the castle.

Buk up!

He bumped into someone as he quickly descended the stairs, as the gaze focused only on the steps he was treading.

"Aw!" pekik surprised. "You surprised me, Marc!" he shouted while holding the forehead that hit the chest of the field of the person who hit him.

Without having to look, Naeva immediately finds out that the person is Marc. As if his subconscious had already memorized Marc's figure and aroma.

Marc smiled warmly.

"Where are you going, M'mselle?"

"I want to see the Countess."

"Countess? Make what? Is there anyone still bothering you?!" Marc immediately put up the horses, preparing to defend his lady.

"No, Marc. The countess is now a little friendly to me. He asked me to accompany him to an important guest. Where have you been since last night?"

"I'm .. I'm with Amily" replied Marc. Her eyes looked at the face of the miss carefully, hoping for a jealous look to appear on the pretty face. But Marc's hope was not fulfilled, because Naeva then asked with a look of amazement and enthusiasm.

Marc gulped his saliva in disappointment. Somehow he still expected more feelings from the lady. "Yes, M'mselle. Because Amily asked me to find out which woman put poison in your food."

"Oh ..." Naeva's face immediately turned serious and tense. "And who did you find?"

"Amily says that the woman was named Lady Angelia, a guest of the Countess of England."

"Yes, it's clear at last. That woman did it."

"What should we do to expose his crimes, M'mselle?"

Naeva was speechless and seemed to think with a frowning in. But then he remembered his promise to the Countess, and the girl did not want to be late.

"Marc, I have to see the Countess first. Later we'll discuss it again."

"Alright, M'mselle. Be careful" replied Marc worried.

Naeva nodded and rushed down.

Monsieur Simon was present and was talking to Abellard and Mme Aamber in the sitting room. Naeva immediately approached with a cautious heart. It's too late. May the Countess not be angry and hostile again.

Unfortunately, the foot that stepped in haste slipped. Make his body look good and ....

Bruk!

Naeva fell on a hard marble floor with her elbow hitting the floor first as reflexes restrained her body.

"Aw!" yelled the girl.

Abellard, Mme Aamber and Monsieur Simon turned. And as fast as lightning the two men ran over to Naeva.

"You okay?" ask both at the same time.

"I'm fine," answered Naeva quickly.

With a reddened face, the girl tidied up her dress and tried to get up on her own.

"But we have to check your elbow, M'mselle," asserted Monsieur Simon.

Naeva tried to smile in response to the man's attention. "I think my elbow is okay" he replied, grimacing.

Naeva's reaction of course makes Monsieur Simon can not stay silent. The man grabbed Naeva's arm gently but firmly. "There's no harm if we check, M'mselle."

Seeing that, Abellard of course felt annoyed. His hand was pulled over by Monsieur Simon from Naeva's arm. "Mlle Gaulle already said that she's okay? Didn't you hear?"

Monsieur Simon looked at Abellard for a moment. His roar seemed confused as well as inexhaustible looking at the attitude of the Count. "No woman is perfectly fine if she grimaces in pain, though she says so, Monsieur Count."

"You don't know Naeva, Monsieur. I know him very well," cynical Abellard.

Monsieur Simon sighed. "All right, then. Sit down first, M'mselle," said the floating man.

"Thank you, Monsieur. Really, I'm fine" Naeva replied, glancing at Mme Aamber with a worried look. Worried that the Countess felt her business meeting was interrupted by the incident. The girl tried to endure the pain in both her elbows.

Meanwhile Abellard stared at Monsieur Simon with emphasis. Showing the man that only he understands Naeva. And the man cannot seek the attention of his beloved.

The meeting continued. The mood began to return to normal. Monsieur Simon was a very smart man to melt the atmosphere. Naeva was even so eager to respond to every chat of the 40-year-old single entrepreneur.

"This choice is very good to do business, Ma'am," he praised while watching the paper illustrated by the picture of precious stones held by Mme Aamber on the table of the sitting room.

"I discussed it with Mlle Gaulle, Monsieur," explained Mme Aamber as it is.

Monsieur Simon raised his face for a moment and smiled widely. "I've said, Ma'am, you have a person who will be a competent advisor to this business" he said again while looking back at the precious stone image that has been marked by Mme Aamber.

Monsieur Simon's sharp eyes examined the image before him seriously, but the look on his face seemed unsettled. Sometimes I look back at Naeva. The girl is still in pain.

Abellard caught the faint glare. His heart ached to see the old man unaware of his age.

After discussing all the important points for their collaboration business, Monsieur Simon immediately resigned because he had to take care of the interests of his other factories.

"Sadly, we should have dinner together first, Monsieur," Mme Aamber lamented the inconvenience of her new business partner.

Monsieur Simon reached into a tuxedo pocket, took a round pocket watch with its gold chain, and opened the lid.

"I also deeply regret this obstacle, Ma'am. If I could, I would definitely choose to have dinner here. But it's too late, I have to be professional and fair to the other jobs that have been waiting for me" he said.

But before leaving, the man looked back at Naeva. "Don't forget to check your elbows later, M'mselle."

Naeva nodded respectfully and thankfully. He could feel the man's attention from earlier, a genuine concern that did not contain any particular intent. "Good, Monsieur. I will not forget" he replied.

Abellard accidentally escorted Monsieur Simon out. He plans to explain his love for Naeva gently so that the man no longer hopes and spreads charm.

"I want to explain something to you, Monsieur," he said.

Monsieur Simon stopped his steps and was silent for a moment. A few minutes later there was the sound of heavy breathing being exhaled.

"Sorry, Monsieur Count. We better talk next time."

"I won't be long" Abellard insisted.

Monsieur Simon turned his body to face Abellard. "You misunderstood, Monsieur Comte. There is nothing to worry about with Mlle Gaulle. You just need to know, the woman is the most sensitive creature, so God gave them a very wide heart, to contain and hide their true feelings. As men we need to be more sensitive, there is no woman who does not want to be protected even if she is a strong woman. And there's no woman who doesn't like to be noticed even if she's not a weak woman."