Bettor Mr. Nobles
Chapter 60

Chapter 60

Door opens. And what appeared was Abellard. Naeva saw the man carrying 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.

Like being caught up in a charm. They both can't take their eyes off.

Then Abellard saw the wind that was blowing Naeva's hair seemed firmer. The man immediately entered. Put a tray and flowers on the table, then rush to get a blanket.

Naeva watches Abellard and everything the man does without blinking. It felt like that morning Abellard looked very gallant and fresh.

"The wind is too tight" Abellard said, enveloping Naeva's shoulder with a blanket, then smiling warmly. "Come, let's have breakfast first," he asked as he clasped the girl's shoulder and guided her to the sofa.

Naeva bites her lower lip and follows the gentle guidance of the man. Inhaling his scent and permeating the warmth of his demeanor.

"Sit down .. I cook you a delicious breakfast," he asked.

"You cooked it yourself?" Naeva rounded her eyes while sitting as the Count had requested.

"Yes, I asked the cook the recipe and how to cook it."

"really? But why would you bother cooking it yourself?"

Abellard sat on the chair opposite the white velvet sofa Naeva occupied. Look at the girl while remembering her childhood. "This is what my dad does every time my mom gets sick. And I always said I would do the same thing when I grew up with the woman I love" she replied.

Naeva was glued for a moment. There was a sense of excitement and amazement in his heart. Being a woman who was specialized by a Count Abellard of Marseille.

"But I'm not sick" he half whispered.

"Your elbows are sick" Abellard denied, cutting the crisp pastry that had just come out of the grill.

Naeva stared at the sturdy hand of Abellard who was cutting painstakingly. Long and uncluttered. Actually, such a thing made Naeva impatient. It doesn't mean he's hungry. But the important point when eating food according to Naeva is to put the food in the mouth and enjoy it before it gets cold. But right now he prefers to wait as Abellard wishes.

"Open your mouth, let me give you a bribe" Abellard asked softly.

Naeva did not protest. Why pretend to sell expensive while the heart would like to be pampered? The girl immediately opened her mouth happily and devoured the first feed of the handsome man that every woman dreams of.

"Well, this is delicious! You turned out to be good at cooking, Abellard," he said enthusiastically.

Abellard smiled happily at Naeva's spirit. He was getting excited to cut the next feed, more painstaking and longer.

Meanwhile, the tongue of Naeva who had tasted the delicious food in the cold morning was increasingly impatient waiting. Until finally the second piece went into his mouth. Chewed and swallowed for 15 seconds and have to wait for the next feed for more than 20 seconds.

Abellard cuts out the third feed. But he seemed to feel the impatience of the girl before him. Abellard immediately smiled and realized that usually Naeva does not like to cut food like that. As in Wisteria Castle, the girl always looked up to him when asking for a knife at the dinner table. "The knife is for cutting food that has not been cooked, and if it has been cooked then the cutter is a tooth. Don't waste God's creation!"

Remembering that, the Count put his knife and fork back on the tray and took the palm-sized pastry of the adult's hand directly with his hand.

"This is better, right?" ask the man with a big smile.

Naeva laughed at him immediately.

Abellard noticed a sweet laugh that was so interesting to look at that that Naeva stopped and blushed herself as it continued to be stared at.

"Do you think it's obvious that I'm impatient?" ask the girl shyly. How not? Abellard must have noticed his eyes were glaring at the knife and fork.

Now it's Abellard's turn to laugh, "Yes, but I'm glad you like my cooking" she replied later.

Then again thrust the crisp pastry in front of Naeva's mouth.

The girl wet her lips with a nervous heart. Eating through the hands of Abellard directly, certainly presents a thrilling sensation. Naeva tried to bite the pastry gracefully.

But over time Naeva's eating style as it is appears also by itself.

Abellard smile. It was this beautiful feeling of his father at that time. It is fitting that Abellard saw the father never stop smiling when feeding his mother. At such times they can pay intense attention to every move of the woman they love. Which they had not noticed before.

"Three more days I will announce to all the relatives about our marriage" Abellard fed the last bite of pastry into Naeva's mouth.

The girl chewed. His eyes were instantly round hearing Abellard's words. "Wedding?"

"Yes. I'd like to introduce you as my future wife to everyone before we have an engagement. So in three days we're gonna have a dance and dinner."

Naeva. Didn't expect to hear the words of Abellard's earnest proposal.

Abellard smiled sweetly at the pretty face it was sculpting. His hand moved to pinch the top of Naeva's nose. Ah, he really couldn't bear to let go of that anxiety.

"Hey? Wh why? You agree, right?"

"Why not? My mother has blessed us. He will not break his engagement to Lady Angelia. He's already given it all to us". Abellard's eyes seemed to sparkle excitedly. "We're gonna fight for love, you want to?"

Naeva stared in amazement. Their love path finally opens. With complete confidence the girl nodded her head.

Abellard exhaled a breath that had been restrained because of the fierce spirit while smiling. "Then try this soup first" he said, lifting a small bowl of his soup.

Naeva returned the smile as she glanced wittyly, "does this soup contain any encouragement?" goda.

Abellard laughed softly at that. "Well, it looks like it."

Naeva took the bowl and scooped up the soup inside.

Ting!

The spoon was like touching something iron in the soup. Naeva. Find out what is causing the sound.

And the girl found something. A daisy-eyed ring that Abellard once wore for her. He took the ring and looked at Abellard.

The man was also watching her, shady and warm. "Wear this ring and never return it again. I bought it at Wisteria Castle to propose to you."

"really?" Naeva asked with a guilty look for ever returning the ring.

"Yes. I bought it to a gypsy merchant. And he predicted that we are indeed fools. I know that prophecy is not a good thing to believe. But there's nothing wrong with being motivated."

Naeva smiled and nodded, "i will wear it whenever," he said, holding the Aster Ring.

But then Naeva remembered something, her look seemed to change in worry. "But Abellard, I can't dance" he said.

"It's okay. From tomorrow, I will teach you. We'll be the greatest dance couple ever" the Comte said.

***

As promised, in the midst of busy preparing for the event, Abellard always invited Naeva to learn to dance every morning.

Meanwhile, the atmosphere of the castle began to get busy with preparations for the sake of preparation. No one knew what event would be in the castle. But the waiters were so eager to prepare for it, because Abellard motivated them with a slight leak that the event was special for Naeva.

"What will be the title in this castle?" lady Angelia asked Louise and Lucie one afternoon in the sitting room.

Louise shrugged her shoulders indifferently. His eyes focused on the hand that was thinking about nails. The important thing for him when the party arrives he can wear a new dress and all the new stuff again.

But not with Lucie, for her Lady Angelia is a kind daughter who always needs her help.

"I don't know either, my Lady ..." said Lucie.

Lady Angelia was upset that she didn't get an answer. The girl then put on a weak look in front of Lucie.

"Will you find out for me? I'm curious, but I don't know who to ask."

"You can ask the waiter who prepared it!" cut Louise ketus. Didn't want her innocent sister to be fooled.

"I don't like to ask them. They all seem to be hostile to me."

Louise smiled as she looked at the ends of her nails. "Tempo the day you mocked Mlle Gaulle for not liking the waiter. Now you're being hostile to them?"

Lady Angelia looked a dead red face hearing these words Louise. But given his position was not completely safe in the castle, it made him refrain from avenging Abellard's obnoxious cousin.

"This must be because Mlle Gaulle instigated everyone" he said with a clear look at Lucie.

"But I would never be incited by such a person, my Lady. I'll find out for you." Lucie instantly got up from the luxurious sofa sitting room and moved into the back room excitedly. Lady Angelia is very fragile. He should be a crutch for the girl who lives alone.

In Lucie's absence, Lady Angelia glanced at Louise sharply. But the glance was even reciprocated no less raining by the bedwetted woman.

"I won't let you keep using Lucie!" hiss Louise sharp.

Lady Angelia instantly turned her face away.

Until a while later Lucie returned with a look of panic and excitement.

"It turns out it was a show for Mlle Gaulle, my Lady. Comte purposely held a dinner and dance for him!"

"What?!" Lady Angelia suddenly rose with glaring eyes.

"A pretty festive way," Louise muttered as she got up and left the room.

The Lady's emotions were further ignited by Louise's murmur. His hands clenched with hunting breath. Her usual appearance like a fairy now looked cruel like a witch.