Bettor Mr. Nobles
Chapter 72

Chapter 72

"Hurry to meet Monsieur Comte, Angelia," the Duke of Medwin urged his daughter.

"But how, Daddy. Abellard wouldn't open the door to her room if I said I wanted to talk to her."

"You can reason to bring him food."

"Mary's confidant must have delivered her food."

The Duke of Medwin looked impatiently. "Then you can deliver fruit for dessert. Why can't you think smart anymore? Does love make your brain dull?!"

Lady Angelia scowled at the anger of her father. But he did not deny, if his love for Abellard had made him stupid. Though he had once ensnared several businessmen for the benefit of his father, until the businessman left a loved one for his sake. But to ensnare Abellard, his cunning brain seems to run out of ideas.

"All right, I'll bring you some fruit."

While stepping into the Comte's room with a basket of fruit, Lady Angelia kept thinking about what she would say to the man. What was the reason Abellard wanted to open the door?

In front of the door of the heir to the magnificent castle, the Lady stood doubtful. His heart suddenly thumped. Just this time he felt nervous when he was about to meet a man. It seems that he had truly fallen in love with the Count.

"Bo-can ... I-i'm in? I-I brought you some fruit," he stuttered.

No more sweet speech that is spoiled as it has always managed to make men bend their knees. He forgot to knock on the door.

Inside the room, Marc, who was still enjoying the food Amily brought, turned to the door.

The fruit? Is that Amily who came back because she forgot to bring fruit? Why didn't the girl knock ten times as agreed?

Marc put back his spoon and rose with a doubtful heart.

It seems that it is impossible for anyone else. Because Mary must have arranged that the one who brought the food to this room should only be Amily. Maybe the girl forgot to knock on the door.

The man walked to the door and stretched out his hand to open the key.

Chequek!

The sound of the door lock opening made the nervous Lady Angelia surprised.

"Abellard opened the door?" he mumbled in disbelief.

Then his lips looked smiling.

**

In the hall appeared Amily who was still standing glued, but then the girl immediately opened her eyes, regained consciousness and refocused to correct the charade she had messed up.

The girl turned around quickly. He saw Mme Aamber and Maria leaving the hall half-running. But then the two women split. Mme Aamber headed towards the Comte Abellard's room while Maria headed towards the exit.

Amily immediately chased after Maria.

"Mme Mary! Wait up!" call panic.

Mary looked over without slowing down.

"When did Monsieur Comte arrive? Did something happen on her trip until she had that kind of stomach ache?" worried about the woman.

Amily followed with gasps. It's really fucked up. Cold sweat soaked his forehead. "Monsieur Comte hasn't come home yet, ma'am!" he cried out in a loud voice to stop Maria's steps. But then the girl quickly closed her mouth and looked around. Thankfully, no one heard.

"Not home yet? Whatchu mean? Didn't you just say Monsieur Comte had a stomachache?"

"That's because I wanted to code you to hurry up to Monsieur Comte's room because Lady Angelia wanted to see Monsieur Comte and now Lady Angelia is heading there now," amily was clear with one breath. Until after explaining it the girl looked breathless.

"What?" Mary's face was instantly satisfied. Without saying another word the woman immediately took a quick step towards the Comte's room.

Amily immediately followed behind him with a heightened feeling of guilt.

"I'm sorry, ma'am. I've ruined everything. I was so panicked, that even a stupid reason came out" complained Amily with teary eyes. It felt like he wanted to cry considering his stupidity.

"It's okay. I don't think Marc will open the door because Lady Angelia won't knock ten times. That's why I proposed the code of knocking on the door that much" Maria replied as she continued to accelerate her pace.

What he was worried about right now was the Countess, who had access to enter the room unopened from within.

***

Meanwhile in Beausoleil, Jean stood staring at the black sheep farm where she had been living and growing up with a heart of relief. His hands tore the bag containing all the clothes and belongings.

Jean took a breath. He finally left that hell again.

Next to her stood Naeva and Abellard. Looking forward with the same feeling.

"A place as beautiful as heaven turns out to store suffering as terrible as hell" said Naeva. The cool but dry wind blew moderately, carrying Naeva's voice and lost in silence. The sound of grass rubbing against the normally calming wind at that moment sounded so gloomy.

The girl looked at Jean. "You have to convince yourself to never come back to this place again" he said.

Jean nodded for sure. "I really don't want to go back."

Abellard twisted her body, then left the place while guiding her horse.

"We're going to find a train in the nearest village" he said.

"Okay" answered Naeva. Then follow the man's steps with Jean.

"You sure you don't want me to help you with your bag?" Naeva looked at Jean's hand.

"I can take it myself, M'mselle. The spirit of leaving this place gives me great strength."

Naeva smiled happily at the spirit of the woman who a moment ago no longer had the spirit of life.

"Goodoo. We have to fight for our right to be happy, Jean!" yells.

While walking down the grassy streets in the sunlight that afternoon, Jean looked at Naeva with a new look.

"I promise you, I will never return to this land. I'll be your protector, servant, or even your shadow, M'mselle ..." he said.

Naeva turned with a frowning forehead. "Whatchu mean? Never think like that. You are you. And I'm picking you up as a friend."

Jean swallowed her saliva with teary eyes. "Why are you so good, M'mselle?"

Naeva laughed softly at him, "i'm not good, Jean. I was just trying to keep doing good, because my late mother said that good will bring good luck. And look, today I'm lucky to be adding friends."

Jean's tears finally fell, but her lips seemed to be smiling. Although Mlle Gaulle considered him a friend, Jean's heart vowed to be at the forefront of protecting him.