Life Becomes Duke's Beloved
Accepting the Reality

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Abela felt angry after running for five rounds. No. gabe. He can't do it. His feet were weak and trembling. With the rest of his strength he had, he clasped Armand's collar and shouted.

"You really want to kill me!"

Armand knew, Abela who was now very expressive. So he was not surprised when he heard the woman scream. Armand simply felt he had to hold back his laughter. Or Abela will get even more angry.

"Remember me, you asked for this," Armand replied with a smile.

"Don't joke, isn't ten rounds excessive?" Abela looks very upset.

"What do you want me to answer?" Armand raised his eyebrows. "Orlando ran more than that" Armand said.

Abela turned to look at Orlando, her mother probably thought that she was putting on a creepy face. But unfortunately he failed. Orlando had never seen Abela as funny as she was now. Orlando held back his laughter with the mouth he had closed.

"You ran ten rounds?" ask Abela.

Orlando nodded in response, his lips still he tightened with all his might. She was afraid that her laughter would come out if she opened her mouth just a little.

"He even did push ups, sit ups ...." Armand stopped his words when he saw Abela's sharp gaze face.

"It's just too much for me to not have time to eat anything." Abela was still clutching the front of Armand's shirt.

"You want to give up?" ask Armand.

Abela did not answer, she looked down at her feet. I don't know why she feels so upset. The fact that he began to remember the memory in the body he occupied, made it look like he was chasing something invisible. He had to finish what he had to finish. Or he will become more and more fused with this body.

"Abela ... Alright ... No need to rush too much. We can do it slowly. How's it?" persuade Armand gently. Abela sighed before looking at her again.

"I'm okay, I'm just hungry" Abela said.

Abela took her hand off Armand's shirt and approached Orlando, "Let's eat first, and help mom walk. Mom's feet hurt."

"Well Mom," Orlando happily held his mother's hand.

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Abela is not familiar with the affections given by Orlando. His kids used to look more like Bastian. Cold and not much to say. Orlando was different, obviously his mother raised him affectionately.

Not that Abela felt uncomfortable. Everything just feels new. As Orlando sweetly opened his mouth asking Abela to feed him the grapes. Or when she cheerfully feeds Abela with a cake. And in addition to the activities of the mother and child that look harmonious, Armand sits casually reading the newspaper. Occasionally sipping bitter coffee.

"You don't have a job?" asked Abela who saw Armand's relaxed face and gesture.

"You yourself? You don't have a job?" armand replied with another question.

"I asked first," said Abela unwilling to lose.

"Yes ... You can answer that first, too." Armand did not even divert his attention from the parchment sheet he had in his hand.

Abela rolled her eyes, "Forget it then."

"Mom not working? It's weird not to see you in the office all day" Orlando said, munching on his cake.

"It doesn't mean I don't like to relax with mom like this" Orlando said.

"Mother? Working?" Abela was confused, as long as she woke up there was no one to discuss work with her.

"All right." Orlando stopped eating and looked at Abela seriously.

"What's really going on? You guys ready to tell me?" Orlando was impatient, he wanted to quickly find out what was the cause of his mother's strange attitude.

"Ask the Duke, he who insists on keeping many things a secret from us," Abela replied casually and sipped her tea. Making Armand glance at him from the top of the parchment he read.

Orlando looked at Armand, asking for an explanation in silence.

"Your mother's lost her memory." Armand replied, he put his newspaper on the table, next to his coffee cup. "Your mother was attacked in a horse-drawn carriage on her way home from your plantation."

"Groaned?" Orlando repeated Armand's words.

Armand looked at Abela then Orlando before laughing softly. "Sorry ... You ... Can you be more patient?" armand said in his laughter.

"You shouldn't laugh at a time like this." Orlando showed a pouting face.

"Why do you always laugh in response to everything?" Abela rolled her eyes bored.

Armand stopped his laughter and put on a serious face again.

"Let me answer Orlando's question first" Armand said, giving Orlando his entire attention.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you about the attack. I'm just waiting to be safe. When your mother woke up, she didn't remember anything. Although he had started to remember something lately," Armand grinned at the end of his sentence.

Orlando looked at his worried mother, "Is mom okay?"

"Mom's wounds are all healed, don't worry." Abela smiled looking at Orlando's watery eyes.

"Stay, what if something happens and I don't exist?" Orlando looked upset and sulked at his mother.

"Don't blame me, blame him." Abela pointed at Armand very clearly.

"I'll be taking you home soon if anything happens to Orlando, I'm just not confident enough to protect two people. At least, you're safe at the academy." Armand explained.

"Stay, you shouldn't confuse me." Orlando let out a slow breath.

"Hn. I'm sorry." Armand rubbed the top of Orlando's head. That seemed ready to forgive Armand after all.

"Thus ... I have a plantation? What's my job gardening?" abela asked to interrupt the two people who seemed to have forgotten her whereabouts.

"Mother is not gardening ... I have a garden but no gardening" Orlando explained indistinctly. It makes Abela more confused.

"Armand?" Abela wants Armand to explain to her.

"I'm not too involved with your work. You can ask Lui," replied Armand. A faint smile rose again on his face. "Lui must be very busy because you lost your memory and chose to follow all the way to the east."

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Abela stared at the parchment piled up on the work table in front of her. He had absolutely no idea, if this woman had a promising business. Their families produce wine. Abela learned everything on the parchment. All of them are reports on the amount of wine produced and sold over several periods. Quite a lot until Abela thought that before she possessed this body, this woman was not doing her job.

"Lui? Do you know why I ignored all this before I even lost my memory?" abela asked somewhat annoyed.

"Mrs ... The madam is not in a good condition," Lui replied politely.

"You mean miscarriage?"

Lui was surprised as Abela discussed it.

"There's no need to feel guilty for not telling me. Armand must have banned you. And all of you obey him like he is your Master" Abela Long said.

"Sorry lady ...." Lui looked down deeply, not daring to look at Abela.

"Bring me the ledger. I'll read everything. Ask Hana to bring me some snacks and cold tea."

"Good Mistress." Lui withdrew and went out of the room and did what Abela had ordered.

Abela was stunned to see his business ledger. This house is really rich. He doesn't know that. This woman could not be married for six years after her husband died. It turns out that it was not needed. Especially if the candidate of his bridegroom is only a person who has a degree without money.

Abela finally understood why this woman was in a relationship with Armand. Besides Duchy is richer than this house. Armand's connection wasn't messing around either. Abela believes it also affects her business.

"This is really amazing Lui. Look at the number of these gold coins" Abela murmured to Lui.

"Yes madam ... This is all thanks to the mistress's hard work all along."

Lui's answer made Abela a little moody. Abela sighed. Poor woman, he thought. This woman worked very hard and in the end her body had to be overpowered by the soul of the sorcerer. All the things that were supposed to be hers and all those who loved her, now had to be used and deceived by the evil witch who killed her husband.

What a cruel God it is. Abela cursed in her heart. Abela smiled faintly before re-examining this home business ledger. He will accept the reality now. That she is now a woman named Abela. And he will try to do his best. When this woman comes back. Everything stays in its place.

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