Bettor Mr. Nobles
Chapter 59

Tok ....

There was a knock on the door of the room. Naeva straightened her back, is that Abellard who came back? His eyes were agitated. The heart-wrenching desire was still felt to the end of the fingers, should he see the man again?

Naeva took a deep breath. Get down slowly and approach the door. His heart is beating restlessly. What would happen if he opened the door? Can't Abellard hold back her desire anymore?

The girl bit her lower lip while closing her eyes tightly. That desire is still passionate, but it is not the right thing if he cannot hold it.

By steadying his heart and bated breath, that smooth hand moved opening the door. And an intolerable breath instantly came out in relief as Naeva's eyes looked at Amily and Sora who were standing there.

"M'mselle, we brought your belongings at the request of Monsieur Comte" said Amily, who carried her large bag.

Sora chimed in with a wide smile, "yes, M'mselle. I'm so happy that you're not sleeping alone in that tower room anymore" she said.

Naeva nodded and opened the door wider for the two girls. His radiance was still doubtful, should he sleep in this room? What if the countess doesn't like it?

"M'mselle, what are the fresh flowers we've brought down as well?"

"No, just leave it there. There's too much stuff here" Naeva replied as she spread her gaze around the room.

Classic toys, paintings, and a few rifles were neatly arranged in the room.

"Monsieur Comte said he'd move all his childhood stuff to another room, M'mselle."

"So this is her childhood stuff?" ask Naeva.

"Yes, no servant has ever been allowed into this room, the childhood room of Monsieur Comte, except Mme Maria, who came in to clean" Sora replied. "You're very lucky, M'mselle. Monsieur Comte even asked us to move these things to make you comfortable."

Why would Abellard do that? Does the man still forget his past, until he forgets the valuables of his childhood?

No, he had to warn Abellard.

"Now where is Monsieur Count?"

"Maybe he's in his room, M'mselle."

"Alright, then just leave the items there, do not tidy up first. I have to go out to see him."

"Well, M'mselle," Amily and Sora immediately came out.

"Thank you, Amily, Sora" Naeva said before they returned to the back.

The girl then turned to her left, where Abellard's room door was. His feelings were doubtful. Would he knock on that door? But this was an important matter, the Countess could have immediately expelled him if she knew the important historic room he was sleeping in.

Slowly Naeva's hand knocked on Abellard's door. For a few moments, the door opened. Showing Abellard in an open shirt. His chest was clearly visible before Naeva's eyes.

The girl was fixated for a moment, looking at the sight that returned to thrill. Then quickly turned his face that felt hot.

Abellard smiled sweetly. Looking at Naeva's blushing cheeks, it really invited her hand to pinch the cheek with gauntlet. But the man's soul defense turned out to be extremely powerful. To him touching Naeva will be more beautiful after they get married and the girl is really ready to accept her touch.

"What's wrong?" ask Abellard softly.

"I-I want to talk about the matter of this next room," Naeva replied nervously. "Isn't that your childhood room?"

"Come in first" Abellard opened the door to her room wider.

Naeva looked doubtfully.

Abellard raised her eyebrows with a seductive look. "Don't be afraid. You went in once and came out safe. "

Naeva again had to hide her blushing face while stepping inside. The girl followed Abellard's steps leading to the sofa and sat down before her.

But his head is still down. How could he dare to look at that clearly emblazoned chest?

Abellard, who understood Naeva's expression, smiled gently and buttoned her shirt back.

"What happened to that room?" Abellard listened as she crossed her arms and tilted her head.

"That's your childhood room, isn't it? Did you forget about it?" Naeva glanced at him with the tip of her eye. As soon as he saw that the chest had been covered, his face immediately lifted. "Amily and Sora said that since the first only Maria can enter it," he continued smoothly.

"I didn't forget it" replied the man. "I still remember every single thing that was there and what its history was."

"Lantas, why do you want all those valuables removed now?"

"For you to be comfortable. All that stuff, Naeva. While you are my soul mate."

"But that room and her belongings are part of your childhood memories. I can go back to the tower room."

Abellard's face turned serious hearing it, her jaw was hardened.

"The tower room will be occupied by Marc. You can only sleep in my room. Now do you just have to choose, sleep in my room as a child or my room now?" his challenger with a domineering gaze while leaning his body towards Naeva.

Naeva reflexively retreated on the back of the sofa with a pale look. Makes Abellard more eager to flirt.

"If you choose this room, then I'll be willing to lock the door right now." The Count's charming lips looked faintly drawn. Holding back a smile with amused feelings saw Naeva's terrified expression.

"Nope-no. I will sleep in that room" Naeva said quickly as she hurriedly got up from the sofa. "I'm out first." The girl immediately stepped towards the door.

Abellard immediately chuckled at him.

"I'm just kidding, honey .." call her soft.

Naeva stopped her steps and turned her head. The man still chuckled while holding his flat stomach. His laughing voice sounded crisp and invited the smiles of those who heard it.

"You're pranking me?" Naeva narrowed her eyes.

"You're so funny Naeva. I feel like a tiger scaring a rabbit boy."

Those blue eyes of the sea seemed stunned for a moment. Then quickly blinked and stared in the other direction. "Sleep in that room, so I can take care of you more easily" she asked softly.

Naeva again saw the jakun on the firm neck go up and down. The girl immediately nodded. And come out of that room with a heart that instantly beats.

Five minutes after Naeva came out. Mme Aamber knocked on the door of her son's still-open room.

"May Mere come in, Ma Fils?" sapanya slow.

Abellard was standing facing the window of her room that was still open, staring at the ocean under the twilight light that was beginning to dim covered the night. The man turned around to hear his mother's voice.

"Yes, Merare. Just come in" he replied.

"You're asking Mlle Gaulle to sleep in your favorite room?"

"Yes, Merare. Because she's my favorite girl."

Mme Aamber did not respond to Abellard's response. "Just put those things into Mere's room. Mere misses your father and your childhood, too" he suggested later.

Abellard looked at Mme Aamber in disbelief. "Hindu? Did Mere really feel it?"

Mme Aamber smiled softly. The woman lifted her long dress and stepped towards the painting of a middle-aged man sitting in an authoritative manner. His eyes stared at the painting bitterly. "Yes, even though Mere doesn't love your father, he's still the father of the son that Mere loves, and he's a good husband."

Abellard gulped down her saliva with a sad feeling. He still remembers the times when his mother told him that there was never any love for his father. But Abellard still doesn't remember clearly what happened next.

Mme Aamber sighed.

"This painting .. can Mere ask for it?"

Abellard stared at the painting her mother was staring at. The only painting of his father he had. The old Count de Marseille was known to love simple living, so not many paintings of him were created.

Abellard nodded.

"Do you still insist on loving Mlle Gaulle?" mme Aamber asked without turning away from her husband's painting. It was as if he was taking the man in the painting to discuss the future of their son.

"Yes, I'll love Naeva anytime."

"Mere doesn't forbid you to love someone. But for the wedding that's been planned, Mere can't cancel." The woman stepped back to the door. "Fight yourself for your love. Just don't embarrass our family" he said before he left.

Mme Aamber's speech was truly like a miracle that came in a surprising and sudden manner. Speech that contains the blessing that is hidden from his mother.

Abellard was stunned for a moment so in disbelief by her hearing. A moment later his heart surged full of excitement.

"Thank God!" scream while looking up. Hands clenched, lips smiling vigorously and heart-stirring matchless. He is truly happy.

***

Morning's approaching.

Abellard rose from her dream, to a reality more beautiful to her now.

After cleaning himself and dressing as gallantly as possible, the man planned to deliver his father's painting to the Countess' room. But before, he would do something.

The man came out of his room and stepped towards the door of the next room in slow steps, trying to minimize the sound of his shoes on the floor. Then put his ear on the door.

There was no sound inside. Abellard smiled sweetly. Luckily he woke up early, Naeva seemed to still be asleep in a dream. Because it's still early in the morning.

His long legs then stepped into the kitchen.

The room had already begun to decorate the busyness of several senior servants. They were the cooks of choice who would make special potions for the Countess before breakfast.

"Monsieur Count?!" they cried out they were surprised.

Abellard placed her index finger directly in front of her lips. "Sst, don't fuss. I just want to do something" he said with a mysterious smile.

Meanwhile, in the room that had been completely remodeled by the servants to be like a princess's room, Naeva opened her lentic eyelids.

The bright brown netra immediately stared at the luxurious decorative lights hanging on the ceiling of the room.

His gaze then circled around. On the sofa wrapped in white velvet cloth and on the beautiful paintings that were just installed last night by the servants while chatting with him. While Abellard's childhood belongings were taken somewhere.

The girl was stunned. What will he do today? Does he also have to have breakfast together at the long and luxurious dining table? It feels uncomfortable at all. Last night he asked Amily and Sora to take him to breakfast in the kitchen before Abellard asked him for breakfast at the table.

Naeva got off her bed in a soft cream-colored nightgown and her old brown hair in the booth. Step towards the door and open it for a moment. His head then looked out, no one at all. Maybe Amily and Sora haven't even been to the kitchen.

The girl closed the door again.

Then stepped into the window that was twice the size of the window of his room in the South Tower.

The delicate hand moved pushing the shutters from the wood slowly. The light of dawn shone from the eastern horizon, shining on his glittering and pleasant face.

Tok ....

The door to his room was knocked. Naeva looked up and smiled. Finally Amily and Sora came, even faster than she expected.

"Come in" she asked.

Door opens. And what appeared was Abellard. The man carried a tray of food in his right hand and a bunch of red roses in his left hand.

Abellard smiled sweetly while focusing on balancing the plate and glass inside the tray. And when he looked inside, those ocean-blue eyes were instantly dazzled. Seeing the beauty of beautiful creatures with hair down and waving in the sea breeze from the window.

Both riveted.

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Sorry, everyone, my dear. The author did not come up yesterday. Finished caring for children with the same husband who relay stricken with fever, now the turn of the mother who fell. Wiggling the screen of the phone immediately dizzy it feels. So today you can all go through this chapter. Sorry for everything that has happened in the comments column but I have not replied yes .... Love you all ' ''1 ''K2