Bettor Mr. Nobles
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Two horse-drawn carriages moved down the hills, leaving behind a magnificent castle and a blue sea.

Slowly the aroma of salt and strong gusts of dry air reduced and began to calm down.

The train that runs in front, is boarded by the Count. But the man did not want to sit in a closed carriage. He insisted on sitting behind the horse, next to the coachman.

When Naeva asked why, the man reasoned to want to enjoy the natural atmosphere.

He did not want to look weak in front of the girl he loved. Marc alone gallantly held the reins and controlled the horse, his time just sitting sweetly in this luxurious carriage?

A full day Abellard did not want to rest in her car for a moment.

Until nightfall, the air began to feel cold. Especially when the horse carriage entered the vast meadow, the wind blew fiercely without being blocked by the trees. Making the grass that is knee-high adults was blurred until it touched the ground.

Abellard was still sitting outside. To block the wind roaring in the ears.

"Monsieur Comte, you'd better get inside. The weather tonight is not good." The driver warned his employer.

Abellard put her coat together. "It's okay, I'll be fine" he replied.

An hour past the meadow, Abellard suddenly felt her head dizzy. He also felt bad. It looks like he got in the wind.

His body began to shiver. Abellard hissed coldly while hugging her own body.

The coachman who noticed the state of his master slowly stopped the carriage.

"Why stop?" abellard asked with a trembling voice.

"Sorry Monsieur, I think you should rest inside. Because it looks like ...."

Not yet finished the words of the coachman, Naeva suddenly appeared.

"Abellard, are you okay? For some reason, I was suddenly worried about you," he said anxiously.

"I-I'm fine," Abellard replied stammered. His lips looked dry and pale.

Naeva immediately grabbed the man's hand. He could feel the strong hand trembling.

"No, you're sick Abellard. You're cold," he worries.

Hearing that, Abellard straightened her body. "No. I'm not cold. How can a body this strong be defeated by cold air," he argued while puffing his chest and smiling seductively.

Naeva squinted her eyes with an impatient heart. This man was again stubborn and childish. He knows her very well. Knowing exactly what the nature of the man he loved was.

"Come down now, you're sitting inside with me."

"No!" refute Abellard again. But a second later his brain understood Naeva's words. "Eh, with you? You mean, you're taking me to sit in your car together?"

Naeva nodded.

"Oh, fine then. I will be happy to accompany you" Abellard replied quickly. He looked bright and enthusiastic, making his handsome face no longer too pale.

Naeva sighed looking at Abellard's behavior.

"Come in first, I'll get you your blanket" he said.

The Count nodded, and let Naeva into his carriage, as he stepped into the girl's carriage excitedly, though his head was throbbing and his body carefree.

His eyes glanced at Marc. But there was no longer a sense of competition in his heart, because Marc now has another dream woman.

He just wanted to show off, if Naeva invited him to sit together in the car.

The journey resumed after Naeva re-entered the train. The girl watched the man sitting beside her with an anxious look.

"Do you feel dizzy?" his voice sounded soft and attentive.

Abellard nodded slowly.

"You want to sleep?"

Abellard nodded again, this time nodding deeply. Then immediately lay down his body and put his head on Naeva's lap.

The girl was surprised.

"Eh?"

It's not about asking Abellard to sleep on her lap. Except for the pillow she just grabbed.

Naeva rolled her eyeballs. Look, the man who was insisting on looking strong suddenly turned spoiled like a kitten.

But just as he was about to protest, his thigh felt the temperature of the man's neck so hot. His hand immediately felt the Comte's forehead and felt an equally hot temperature.

Abellard fever.

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Tomorrow morning.

Abellard opened her eyes and saw Naeva sleeping while sitting with her head resting on the body of the carriage.

The Count immediately jumped to sit down.

My God, why did he fall asleep on Naeva's lap until this morning? Oh, no. He made the girl sleep all night in a sitting position.

Plaques!

A cloth compress fell on his thigh. The man immediately touched his forehead which felt moist.

It turned out that Naeva was compressing her forehead and taking care of her all night.

He put the cloth back into the basin and turned to Naeva.

It was a pity for that beautiful girl of his.

Gently Abellard grabbed Naeva's head and grabbed him, putting the girl to bed on his chest

"You took a chance." Naeva's voice sounded slow, but it was enough to surprise her.

"You awake?"

"Hm" Naeva lifted her head from Abellard's chest and tidied her hair. "I woke up because your chest was too hard" he joked.

Abellard smile. "really? Ah, thank goodness ..." she replied.

Naeva. "Thank God?"

"Yes, because I thought you woke up hearing my heart."

Naeva held back a smile as she turned her face towards the window.

"You don't want to know what my heart says?" Abellard's getting teased.

"No" answered Naeva with cheeks.

"don't want. You're a flirty wooer." Naeva smiled, but still did not look.

The Count laughed at hearing that.

But he had not yet had time to respond again, a sudden shock was shocking.

Bruk!

Naeva gripped Abellard's left arm and strangled in shock with a pale face. The man also reflexively protected her, clutching her with his right arm.

"Oh, Mon Deu!" I heard Marc screaming from outside the car.

"What's going on?" Abellard noticed the state of her chariot with a frowning forehead.

The position of their train seemed to be tilted. Looks like the wheels of the train just broke or entered the hole.

"Are you okay, M'mselle?" marc asked worriedly.

"He's fine, Marc. What's going on?" answer Abellard.

"The wheels of our chariot enter the clay mud, Monsieur Comte."

"Oh, we'll be right down" Abellard said.

The man watched Naeva who let go of her arm while sighing in relief.

"We go down first" he asked.

Naeva nodded.

As Marc said, one of their train wheels had indeed entered the clay mud, and the wheels went deep enough.

"The four of us seem to be able to lift this chariot" said the Comte as he crouched beside the wheels.

He was with Marc and two of the drivers then pushed the car as hard as he could. Naeva was waiting on the other train.

But it seems that the clay is quite difficult to defeat. The wheels of their carriage seemed to be clutched very firmly from within the ground.

The four men could not push him.

Abellard adjusted her gasping breath while thinking hard.

"We have to find another way" he said.

Duk duk duk ....

Suddenly his ears caught the sound of a horse's feet running in the distance. The sound of many horse legs.

"You hear? It looks like there's a group of horsemen heading this way" he said.

The two officers looked tense. "Don't they be robbers, Monsieur," panicked one of them.

"I don't think so" said Marc. "This land was never overrun by robbers."

Abellard went straight ahead to Naeva's train. Whoever comes, he must be on standby near the woman he loves.

From a distance, a group of people rode in black coats.

Abellard jerks.

Them ....

"They're the ones hunting you, Monsieur!" marc is behind him.

"What?" Naeva looked through the window of the train.

Abellard looked worriedly at Naeva.

"Don't look out. And don't make a sound" he panicked.

However, the last time he saw Claire's boy in the store at the time, they also intended to hurt Naeva.

But to avoid it is no longer possible.

With his heart pounding, the Count stood waiting. He can only prepare himself for any possibility.

As usual, he doesn't like to carry any weapons. This time the guards did not join. There's only Marc and the two drivers who will face them with him.

"We need to get ready!" he shouted with clenched hands.

The group of black-coated people stopped right in front of them. Their faces are still as strong as they used to be.

"Whatever you want, we'll deal with it. But if you still insist on killing me, then let these people traveling with me go!" Abellard looked at the men fearlessly.

But then from the middle of the group called out to a man with luxurious appearance who was none other than Claire's lover, a woman who committed suicide because she hoped for the love of a Count Abellard.

The man's black coat looked expensive with a black hat high on his head. His large horse snarled haughtily as the master forced a stop.

"Why are you so uptight, Monsieur Comte? We are not looking for you" he said expressionlessly.

Abellard. "Didn't you hold a grudge and want to finish me off?"

The man still had no expression.

"That was. Now we have no business. Because you have made up for it by imprisoning the woman who has ruined my life" he replied.

"You mean?"

"Lady Angelia tricked and seduced me into being her lover, so I hurt Claire."

Abellard.

Apparently that's?

The Count swallowed his salivary with a bitter heart. Remembering how desperate Claire was when she came to ask for her help. "Mlle Claire is trying hard to improve so you want to love her back" she said.

The man on the horse was glued. His eyes seemed to imply hurt and regret.

Before leaving, he ordered his men to help Abellard's entourage pull the carriage. Then pass with the speed of a fast galloping horse. It seemed that the man had decided to wander, leaving behind the entire luxury of his life in the city of Marseille.

A message he said to the Count before spurring his horse, "you better stop being the hero of the women, so as not to be the victim as before."

Abellard smile.

He doesn't want to be a hero anymore. Because now he has found a woman he must care for until the end of his life.

Two days passed on the way, they finally arrived at a simple castle surrounded by green scenery and purple Wisteria flowers.

Emma, Adam, Anne and Edward who were farming in the yard immediately stood up straight with an incredible happy look at the train that arrived.

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