Bettor Mr. Nobles
Chapter 58

Abellard stood glued in front of her magnificent castle building. He looked like a ruler. But his heart was currently shrinking, feeling to be the most stupid man in the world.

After a while, his sturdy body turned around and stepped swiftly inside. Heading to the sitting room where Naeva might still be waiting.

And luckily the girl was still there, sitting on the couch blowing her elbow alone. Abellard approached. Kneel in front of the girl and grab her arm.

"Abellard?!" exclaim Naeva shocked. "I'm not okay. The countess has given me medicine" he pointed it at the medicine box on the table.

"Look, your elbows are so bruised, why are you saying no why?"

"I, just ...."

"Help, please" interrupted Abellard. "Never hide anything from me again. I'm a stupid man, because I've never loved and understood a woman before."

"But this is just a small wound" said Naeva. He heard Abellard saying she was stupid herself just because she didn't know Naeva's elbow was really hurting. Everyone knows, that a noble man has a very high ego. It should not look flawed in the presence of others, especially in the presence of women. But this young noble before him was very different and heart touching. The man kept trying to improve himself for his sake.

"No matter how small your wound is, I will no longer let you bear it myself" Abellard replied as she applied the medicine to Naeva's bruised elbow.

Naeva fell silent, looking at the handsome face that was seriously paying attention to her elbow while applying medicine. There was a tremor in his heart as Abellard's cold firm hand touched him.

"Fuh ffuh ...." Abellard blow-nosed Naeva's elbow.

The man's warm breath touched his skin. Sending out a beautiful gallon that made his heart beat. There was a sudden longing and opium that prompted his heart to expect touch after touch from Abellard. The valiant man of high self-worth who was all-out trying to change for himself. And a handsome man who was always cold to other women, but so gentle and attentive to her.

Naeva felt her breathing stifled. Feeling a desire that suddenly overwhelms the mind. I want him to hug the man. Give up all his soul and body.

Oh my God, what is he thinking? Naeva immediately turned her face that was getting hotter and hotter by desire. Then he pulled his arm out of Abellard's hand. Stopping the warm breath that can tickle his nerves.

"Thank you" he said.

Abellard nodded. Naeva accidentally saw the man's jakun go up and down like he had just swallowed his saliva. And as soon as she stared at that solid and clean neck, Naeva again had to hold her breath because she felt an erratic thump inside her chest.

My God, why is his brain so dirty every time he feels an Abellard touch?

Suddenly he saw Abellard's body approaching. His neck was not even far from his face. Naeva closed her eyes. Unable to see the sights that disturbed his faith.

And the next second, he felt his body being grabbed and lifted up. What the hell's going on? Abellard carrying? Naeva opened her eyes immediately. And sure enough, his body is now carried ala bridal style, Abellard field chest even stuck to his arm at this time.

"Abellard, why are you holding me?"

"Because maybe your knee is also injured. I can't check it, can I?"

Naeva turned her face away. His face really felt hot this time, burning desire that returned seductive. Abellard's voice sounded so sexy, her words were deliberately seductive.

"Where are you taking me?" Naeva begins to get anxious because she sees Abellard's goal as a room.

"To the room." Abellard tilted her body to pull the doorknob with her hands under Naeva's knees. Pushing the door with his feet, then stepping onto the bed.

"A-abellard, this .. is not true" said Naeva. Between fear, worry and opium.

Abellard did not answer. Naeva only felt Abellard's breathing sound faster. Like his breath at the moment. He did not know Abellard's breath was heard hunting because of fatigue lifting his body or because of the same desire as he felt.

Abellard did not answer. The man sat Naeva on the edge of the bed slowly and carefully.

Then he stood in front of Naeva and looked at her for a moment. Naeva could see, the Abellard jakun back up and down like that.

"I know," said the man, his voice raspy. "That's why I can't be here too long. From now on you sleep here. I don't want you to say that you're okay sleeping in that tower."

Abellard cleared her throat, then turned to leave Naeva sitting glued.

The girl could only stare at Abellard's broad back and sturdy shoulders as the man walked towards the door. A slightly disappointed heart saw Abellard leave. He wanted to breathe back his masculine scent. Oh ... Abellards. Why is being around that guy able to get her drunk?

Naeva knew the man felt the same way. They burn the same desire. But Abellard left it for her sake, for her belief in her Lord's prohibition to contact with a man who is not a muhrim. Why would he break his own promise?

"O Allah, forgive the servant ..." His istighfar.

It was fortunate that he fell in love with Abellard. "May our love find its way" Naeva prayed in her whisper.

It turns out that all the events of the day did not escape the eyes of the sneaky Lady Angelia who peeked. In a hurry, the beautiful angel-looking girl sent telegrams to her parents. Asking the Duke of Medwin to come immediately to betrothal himself to the Count of Abellard.

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After this, Abellard will be the man the reader wants to be. Firm and always put Naeva first. Take care of her heart and be a hero to her. Heroes who no longer misfortune of course, hehe ....

Because after this chapter we will get into the main conflict that will lead to the end of the story.

The author deliberately makes Abellard insensitive and unable to understand Naeva all along. Because actually an heir to the nobility that's the character. Selfish and long in taking action, because since childhood they have been bound by rules and regulations. Must follow procedure by procedure. (Ah, kayak Police .. hehe)

Not that so in love he immediately bucin and submissive under her feet. They have a high ego because they always take precedence.

When did he rise up and completely abandon his ego? After the nature of the woman changed him and when he was really afraid of losing because he felt he could not live without the woman.

I want to make a story that is not made up. The story is sort of Cinderella, but that does not mean the female character can subdue the prince with Abracadabra ....

Don't forget like, my dear ....