Bettor Mr. Nobles
Chapter 63

Naeva is so beautiful.

The girl was wearing her red-colored gown. Abellard accidentally bought a beautiful dress that was very interesting attention because she wanted Naeva to be the center of attention tonight. In order for all her relatives to know, her chosen girl was very charming. And his wish was achieved, the arrival of Naeva attracted the attention of everyone.

Abellard smiled with relief. Then he took his hand off Lady Angelia's hand and walked over to Naeva.

Taps!

His arm was suddenly captured by the Lady. The girl looked at him sharply and threatened.

"Don't try! You can only be with me!"

Abellard jerked the girl's hand from her arm and stared back.

"If you still want me to introduce you as my future wife, then don't even think about arranging what I want to do!" resounding. She turned around to leave Lady Angelia.

The Lady stared at Abellard's back which continued away full of anger. It shouldn't be like this! The man can't threaten her back. He just got in control. But why would that poor girl so easily seize control of him?!

Abellard stepped in with a heart overflowing with happiness. Naeva who did not see her coming. The plumed eyes seemed to be searching among the crowd of guests who had not danced.

Abellard stood beside the girl and looked at her beautiful face. Naeva is so charming. Her lips looked red and wet tonight. Looks like Maria gave him lip dye.

Abellard's heart was beating rapidly. How could she withstand the turmoil if Naeva's appearance was this beautiful? Unknowingly the Comte swallowed his saliva.

"Will you dance with me, M'mselle?" he said with a hoarse voice.

Naeva turned her head and immediately smiled seeing the man she was looking for had actually been standing beside her.

"Abellard?" yells.

"You are so beautiful tonight, my dear," she praised with a gentle smile and a shady look.

Naeva ducking blushed. "You're also very gallant tonight, Abellard."

"really? I'd be so flattered if you said that."

The girl nodded with increasingly blushing cheeks. Abellard was very handsome wearing that pitch-black tuxedo.

"Then are you ready to dance with me?" Abellard reached out her right hand with a slight bow.

"I'm ready" answered Naeva, welcoming Abellard's hand.

The man pulled himself up to draped very gently. Then put Naeva's left hand on her shoulder. While her own hands switched to hugging Naeva's slender waist. Her eyes did not come off Naeva's pretty face.

The girl looked up, returning the sea-blue-colored net glare with an erratic thumping heart.

Slowly, their other hands fused together in the grasp. And the kakipun began to swing following the strains of waltz music.

Abellard nodded uneasily. He should focus on showing the best dance so that all attention should be on them. But Naeva's red lips are so tempting. He was even worried that other men would see the beauty of the lips.

With a stifled breath the man asked, "Do you like lip dyes?"

"Not how much. I'm afraid it's too flashy. But Maria said, you want me to be the center of your relatives' attention tonight."

"Yes, I want everyone to admire you and forget about caste. But you're too charming, my dear. I can't even hold back from wanting a kiss from your lips."

Naeva looked down. Hiding his blushing face in Abellard's chest were fields.

"What ... should I remove this dye?"

"It's okay. I like it." The man pulled Naeva's waist to get closer. Inhaling the sweet scent of the girl's hair with a pounding heart.

Oh ... he was so immersed in the charm of Naeva. There was still something important he had to say to the girl.

"Naeva," she called. Then cleared. Eliminating the hoarseness of his desire-affected voice, as well as removing the shadow of passion that controlled his head.

"Yes?"

"I actually came with Lady Angelia."

Abellard felt Naeva's footsteps stop suddenly.

The man immediately continued his words, "He came to my room, and said .. that he knows your religion" he said.

"Yes, she threatened me to be her dance partner and announced to everyone that she was my future wife."

Naeva gulped her saliva with a paled face. Now they are both fixated, no longer follow the rhythm of music that flows.

"All my plans were turned around completely, my dear. Crushed mess. It turns out that woman is very sly." Abellard growls.

"What should we do, Abellard? Lady Angelia is very dangerous."

Abellard immediately looked at Naeva worriedly, "have you ever hurt her?"

"Yes, it turned out that he was the one who put poison into my food that day."

"What?! That woman?"

Naeva nodded. "Yes. His sister Amily accidentally said that the person who had told him to confess to being the perpetrator was a British person. And Marc saw Lady Angelia put something in my meal that day."

Abellard.

"Why haven't you said anything to me all this time?"

"Because I don't have any proof yet. And you and the Countess won't believe Marc's words."

Abellard sighed guiltily. "I'm sorry, Naeva. I should have been your supporter."

"It's okay. We can't accuse Lady Angelia without any real evidence. The key to the evidence should be Amily's sister, but she won't testify."

Abellard was silent for a moment. And then cry out with certainty. "Yes! I found the solution now. We need to find the woman and bring her back here to testify. After that we can get Lady Angelia out of here."

Naeva nodded in agreement. "A crime like that cannot be allowed. I never thought, how can a woman as beautiful as a fairy behave like a demon?"

Abellard laughed softly at that. "Secretty fairy? So you think that woman from England is very beautiful?"

"Yes, she is very beautiful. Her skin was pure white, her eyes, her nose, her lips, all charming."

"Ah, fortunately she is a girl. Otherwise, I would definitely be so jealous to hear it."

"But their faces are very charming."

"They?" Abellard immediately nodded. "They're who you mean? Lady Angelia and that fucking Alfred?"

Naeva smiled amusedly looking at Abellard's jealous face.

"I mean, those Englishmen. The average is beautiful and handsome. Are you also going to be jealous of all the British?"

Abellard smile. "Don't you like it when I'm jealous?" Abellard raised her eyebrows with a seductive look. Then her hand reached back to Naeva's waist and invited her back to dance.

"I like it, but sometimes I'm afraid you'll just stay away when your jealousy is excessive."

"really? Ii'm sorry. I always let you down because of that jealousy. It's all because I love you so much. Love you so much." Said repeatedly.

The rhythm of the music continues to lull the dance couples with a drifting sound. They seemed to permeate each other with that beautiful togetherness at every step of the foot.

"Naeva, would you mind if I had to go on a show first and announce Lady Angelia as my future wife? You can refuse it. I can take you away from here if Lady Angelia leaks your secrets and people judge you. We're going to go far away from Marseille."

"I don't mind, Abellard. I want us to fight first.

We have found a solution to defeat Lady Angelia. But that woman seems to be very cunning. So there's no harm if we do this charade."

Abellard took a deep breath.

"Alright, if you agree," he said. "But now, we have to piss the woman off first, Naeva. The woman likes to be praised. So we have to make you the center of people's attention and praise. You agree?" asked Abellard excitedly.

Naeva laughed softly at that spirit. Then nod.

Abellard smiled happily. "Well then, let's show everyone what we've learned in recent days!"

With a single jolt of vigor Abellard pulled Naeva's waist to close. And Naeva swiftly lifted the elbow from her left hand which held Abellard's shoulder to parallel with the man's shoulder.

As it floated, the two stepped into a rhythm. Their eyes stared at each other, burning all the spirit that was within the bodies of the two.

And all eyes were on them. Interested and looked in amazement.