Bettor Mr. Nobles
Chapter 83

Launching jewelry organized by Monsieur Simon and Mme Aamber went smoothly and magnificently. Hundreds of people came to see the latest jewelry from the most popular factory in France.

The jewelry store was built with very artistic architecture. Almost like a greenhouse, the walls of the building were almost filled with translucent glass. So that from the outside, every eye will be tempted to see the sparkle of jewelry in it.

Naeva came in a beige silk dress. Her brown hair was carried with an elegant shape. On the left side of his head perched a golden clasp shaped tree branch with its leaves.

The girl went around looking at the beautiful jewelry displayed on the neck of the stone statues in the shape of beautiful women.

"Thank you, Mlle Gaulle. You are very instrumental in designing and selecting the best material for our jewelry," suddenly Monsieur Simon appeared before Naeva and stretched out his hand.

The man looked gallant in a bone-white tuxedo suit. Her eyes looked at Naeva with gratitude.

Naeva smiled as she welcomed the hand and nodded respectfully.

"But, did something happen? Why did I suddenly hear you were about to go to Morocco?" Monsieur Simon frowned.

"Nothing happened, Monsieur. I just want to visit my mother's birthplace."

"Oh, so your mom's from Morocco?" The man looked surprised.

"Yes, my mother is Moroccan."

Monsieur Simon looked at Naeva's face for a moment. "Oh, just deserve your face a little different and unique. Your skin is not pale, but yellowish white. I used to think you were a French girl who was given a very attractive beauty gift. It turns out that this is the reason, you have mixed blood with Morocco," he said with a look of amazement.

Naeva smile. As he suspected, Monsieur Simon was not a person who cared about caste. Until he does not need to be afraid to declare himself a descendant of a slave.

"But before, I will go back to Wisteria first" he said.

"Wistery? That's your village's name?"

"No, that's the name of my old castle, Monsieur."

Monsieur Simon again frowned, "castle? You live in a castle?" ask the man.

"It's just an old castle left by my parents."

The man looked at Naeva a long time ago. "You're really full of surprises, M'mselle .." he said later. "I think you're a girl from the common people."

Naeva laughed softly, "i am indeed an ordinary girl, Monsieur," she replied.

Soon the successful businessman had been summoned by other guests, so he was forced to cut off their conversation and leave Naeva alone.

Suddenly, someone touched Naeva's shoulder from behind.

The girl looked. And Abellard's gentle smile immediately greeted him.

"You are so charming today. Everyone was even more enthusiastic to see the designer than the owner of the factory" the man praised with eyes radiating admiration.

"That's because of you, Monsieur Simon and the Countess overestimated me to the visitors." Naeva blushed and lowered her face.

Abellard looked at him warmly. Enjoying the blushing look of shame Naeva is very liked. Then reached into his tuxedo pocket and pulled out something.

A small box of beautifully carved wood.

Abellard opened the box. Until it looks a beautiful carved gold ring with a red diamond in the middle.

"Here, our wedding rings. I want you to wear it now," she said.

"Now? Not at the wedding?"

"No need. I can't wait to put this ring on your finger."

Naeva breathed. Abellard was always impatient.

He took off his short glove and reached out to the man.

And the most expensive diamond-eyed ring was immediately embedded pretty on his ring finger, next to the Aster ring that he wore on the middle finger.

"There are three more fingers still empty." Naeva shook her fingers while smiling seductively.

Abellard looked at it. Until some visitors look at them.

Abellard doesn't care. His heart is really happy now.

He took Naeva's hand and raised it. With his eyes closed, he kissed the back of the girl's hand full of love.

Naeva also closed her eyes. Feeling the warm and thrilling kiss of the Count's lips.

"I'll fill all your fingers with the best jewelry if you want" she said later. "But for sure, I will fill your every day with happiness."

The words that were able to soar the heart made Naeva smile instantly.

It was time for Naeva, Abellard, and Marc to return to Wisteria Castle. The three men who came to Marseille Castle two months ago are now going back.

The servants were crying. Unwilling to let go of Mlle Gaulle who has made their days different.

No more bored when they work, Mlle Gaulle always has an idea to enliven the atmosphere.

The girl even had time to teach them to make organic fertilizers and grow crops.

Now the castle's front and back courtyards are no longer arid. In front had grown flowers, while in the back had become a vegetable field.

The countess allowed the servants to plant and consume at will.

Speaking of the Countess who was none other than Mme Aamber, the woman turned out to be very grateful to have met the girl he had once blasphemed. But to ask the girl to stay in her castle, it was not the character of Mme Aamber. She was a noblewoman who would never beg anyone else.

Naeva approached the woman after bidding farewell to the servants as well as Maria.

"I'm so grateful to you, Ma'am. For your kindness all this time." the girl bent her body.

Mme Aamber put on a cold face as usual.

Then he nodded and replied, "yes, no need to thank me. I'm so glad you're here. You've helped a lot for our business."

Naeva smiled with teary eyes. "I'm very happy, Ma'am. I found a mother I didn't have for a long time. I've loved you so much. And if you will, I'll come back here again."

Mme Aamber immediately raised her face.

"really?" ask the woman enthusiastically.

Naeva's totally unexpected reaction.

The girl nodded immediately. "Yes, Ma'am. I'll be back as soon as you can."

Unexpectedly, Mme Aamber suddenly hugged Naeva. A loving gentle hug.

"Thank you" he said.

But then the Countess immediately let go of his embrace. And Naeva saw the woman hurriedly wipe away the tears in the corner of her eyes before flowing and being seen by others.

Naeva's heart was instantly moved. Getting love from Mme Aamber is something she craves.

Meanwhile, Abellard was out there packing things with Marc.

"Are you now sure that I can take care of Naeva?" Abellard glanced at Marc who was repairing the horse's harness.

Marc smiled thinly.

"If Miss Naeva feels confident, then so do I."

"Do you still have feelings for her?"

Marc looked at Abellard in shock, not expecting the Count to know his feelings. Then smile mysteriously. "If I said no, would you believe me?"

Abellard seemed to think. Marc says no, definitely just because he doesn't want to ruin Naeva's happiness. If you remember how Marc sacrificed for Naeva all this time, it is impossible if the man beside him had forgotten his feelings.

"I can't believe it" he answered.

"That means you must learn to believe that sincerity will still bring good. And God knows best for His servant" said Marc wisely.

"Monsieur Marc!" A call from the side of the castle made Marc turn his head.

Amily stood there with a smile and a coat hanging on her arm.

Marc returned that smile. Then he turned to the count.

"Attime, Monsieur. I'll be back soon" he said, bowing his body. Then he ran to meet Amily.

Abellard watched for a moment. Seeing Amily handing Marc a black coat with a shy blush. Looks like the coat was the result of his own stitching.

The Count's lips looked smiling. Marc has found his destiny.

The man then stepped in. Inviting her love to return for a moment to Wisteria Castle. They gave word of their marriage to Emma, Adam, Anne and Edward. His little family he will never forget.

He also wanted to recall, the times of amnesia that made him meet an ideal lover. The betting girl who had won his heart.

The Naeva de Gaulle.

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