Bettor Mr. Nobles
Chapter 61

Abellard stood on the balcony of the castle jutting into the sea with a blank look. The afternoon wind was rushing against his thick hair.

Still imagined in his mind about the dream that disrupted his sleep last night. Made his mood somber until now.

He dreamed of his father, a good man who hurt his heart.

He had such a dream after seeing a painting in his mother's room as he delivered his father's painting after breakfast with Naeva.

The painting was only re-attached by Mme Aamber after years of keeping it.

"I remember this painting" Abellard said yesterday morning. Look at his mother's painting with hate. No, not to hate his mother, but to the man who created the painting.

Mme Aamber was shocked to hear Abellard's words. "You remember?"

"Yes, why'd Mere put it on display again?" abellard's voice sounded angry.

"Because Mere loves this painting. Never mind Ma Fils, forget those bad memories."

Abellard shakes. "No, I've recalled all those bad memories today. And I know, Mere doesn't really feel like it's a bad memory. Mere loved that lecherous man!" resounding.

"Abellard, this painting has nothing to do with love. This painting is his masterpiece that Mere greatly admired."

Abellard grunts. "Mere is blinded by love! Mere didn't care about Pere's very sincere love. Pere was a good and responsible man, but Mere never admired him!"

"That's a different matter, Abellard! Your father was nice, but .. he's not in love with Mere. Mere fell in love with your Beaupere (stepfather) because she could make Mere excited to enjoy life," Mme Aamber's eyes seemed sparkling in memory of her second ex-husband who was a famous painting artist. "Just like you, Abellard, you fell in love with Mlle Gaulle and admired him greatly, even if others were against your love."

"No! Not at all the same! Naeva loves me and makes me a better man. While the man turned Mere into a mother who forgot her own child. Even he tortures Mere every day."

"That she did unconsciously" Mme Aamber returned to defend her ex-husband.

"I've also seen the evil man tease a noble woman in the middle of an event held by his own wife! And it does so consciously!"

"Enough Abellard!" mme Aamber shouted in a trembling voice. It still looms in her mind how her ex-husband teases other women as Abellard says. He saw it too. But he continued to apologize, when the man said it with regret.

That man was his first love. The man who filled his heart after his youth he spent with the man he did not love. So that his heart will always melt and melt on the painter.

"She has regretted all her deeds" exclaimed Mme Aamber bitterly, recalling her heart-wrenching love.

"He's a crazy drunk, how could he regret his actions?!" Abellard growled with clenched hands.

His stepfather was a drunk. At any moment of losing his consciousness, the man would lift the whip over his wife's back. Abellard still remembers the lash wound she treated herself on her mother's back.

After that, he rebelled. He drove his stepfather out of their castle.

"Actually I'm not content to just throw him away. He should have received a severe punishment!" connect Abellard with a dead red face.

Mme Aamber began to sob at the words of her son. "It's Abellard, it's ... It's all over."

"Mere should throw this painting away. Whatever the reason, I don't want this painting in our castle!" before leaving her mother's room yesterday.

The day was getting late, the sea breeze started to blow hard and cold. Abellard grasped a beautiful carved iron trellis that became the balcony barrier. It felt frozen in his palm.

The man let out a long breath while looking up at the orange-colored sky. Maybe his possessive attitude has been created because of trauma. She was traumatized by the words of her mother who said there was no love for her father.

Abellard's memory flies back to her childhood.

"Would you marry again when Pere just passed away?" protest at that time.

"Mere only wants to marry the man Mere loves, Ma Fils. Tired enough, Mere's living with a man she doesn't love."

"What do you mean by Mere?" Little Abellard asked in confusion as well as fear. Afraid of hearing strange words from her mother.

"Abellard, Mere never loved your father."

Words that traumatized her until now. He always felt afraid of being lied to and afraid if he was not really loved, as his father experienced.

"Monsieur Count!" The voice of a girl suddenly severed the knitting of the bitter memories that the Count had experienced during his childhood.

Her head turned towards the voice and saw Lady Angelia coming over with graceful steps and her sweet smile.

Abellard turned her gaze back to the sea, ignoring the arrival of the Lady who was disturbing her solitude.

"What's right here?" The tone of the girl's voice sounded gentle and attentive.

"Not doing anything" Abellard slurred.

"Well, the view here is very beautiful. Do you know Comte? I really like the sea. The countess said you liked her a lot too."

"Hm ..." Abellard's response was indifferent.

Lady Angelia glanced in annoyance. This man does not consider himself at all. Though all the noble men are vying for his attention. If he did not remember the love in his heart, there was no way he would survive being ignored like that.

According to him, only the Count Abellard of Marseille deserved to be his companion. An influential man who has it all. Good looks, attractive appearance, wealth and also popularity among the nobility and common people in European lands.

"Abellard ..." call him nervous. This time he called the man by his name. "Both of my parents have left here, they may arrive before the show starts. They would be very happy if this dance was a welcome for them."

"This way I made for Mlle Gaulle. So if your parents want to be on the show, go ahead" Abellard replied without looking at the Lady.

That answer really made the girl die a flea.

"Actually I came here at the request of the Countess. He asked me to be your dance partner, "his lie to take away the shame.

Abellard immediately turned her head with a frowning forehead. "Your dance partner? Did Moe really ask for it?"

"Yes. So will you train with me now?" Lady Angelia extended her right hand to Abellard.

But the man ignored it again. "Can't, Lady. I already have a partner." Abellard immediately left.

Leaving Lady Angelia who gulped her saliva with a disappointed face.

A cold wind blew his open neck and chest. Lady Angelia gave a goosebumps while hugging her own arm. He forgot the cold twilight sea breeze, in order to look perfect and sexy in front of the Comte.

"You can't go away, Abellard! The countess should see us dancing together tonight!" the girl shouted dissatisfied.

***

Just an hour before the show starts. The Duke of Medwin, along with his wife, the Duchess of Medwin, came as their daughter wanted. (Duchess: title for the wife of a Duke)

They immediately thought the event was to welcome their arrival. Moreover, their daughter also agreed.

"What is the Countess proposing this event?"

"No, Mom. The count himself proposed."

"Gee, it turns out that the young man who is cold is wise and smart to lead as people say," praised the middle-aged woman who wears a small eagle-feathered hat, on the left side of his head.

"I didn't choose a daughter-in-law wrong" the Duke of Medwin said proudly.

"But where are they all? Didn't you tell me that we're both here, my daughter?"

Lady Angelia seemed to stutter for a moment. Everyone is currently busy at the event. In fact, Abellard actually refused to give a speech for the arrival of his parents.

"Me-they must be busy, Mom. Wouldn't it be better for Mommy and Daddy to clean up and rest first? Let it look fresh at the show."

"Yes, that's right. We'd better be extravagant and honorable at the show." The Duke of Medwin confirmed his daughter's words.