Life Becomes Duke's Beloved
Balconies

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Abela returned to the hall and enjoyed her wine again. The king has announced the engagement between Lyra and Calix. They were dancing in the middle of the hall. Attention of everyone.

"Is this better?" abela muttered slowly.

"At least Calix is only ten years older," Armand replied.

"I'm not talking to you."

"There's only me near you, Abela." Armand held back his laughter.

"I want to get some fresh air." Abela doesn't want to dance. He wanted to avoid it if he could.

"You want to go to the balcony?" ask Armand quietly.

"Good idea." Abela turned towards Armand. "Show me the way."

Armand smiled slantingly holding Abela's hand towards the balcony. As the night breeze welcomed the cold to hit their bodies. The moon is shining perfectly round. And the shining star spread in the night sky.

"Indah ..." murmured Abela Iirih.

"You're right, beautiful ...." Armand answered Abela. His eyes had not been separated from the figure of the woman since he got here. Roses smell again even though their distance is not too close. Abela's beautiful strung hair was swept away by the wind. His blue eyes stared into the distance.

Armand was blown away when suddenly Abela turned to him and smiled widely.

"Thus ... What are the people in the labyrinth doing?" ask Abela.

"You ... will be able to imagine it well," Armand replied teasingly.

"Yes ... I think ...." Abela swallowed her saliva nervously. Please, she wishes this body and Armand had only done it outside once.

"The young ladies are very brave. I'm out of words." Armand didn't seriously say it.

"Did you see it? Their bodies?" abela looked at Armand suspiciously.

"Why should I miss it." Armand laughed after saying that.

"Me and Rewelin are thinking of continuing to be friends. And Lyra I mean Wilhemn's daughter, will probably take me out as Cameron a lot."

"So Cameron?" Armand repeated Abela's words.

"Yes ... This incident is fatal. I don't know why they brought the princess to that place. Rewelin suggested himself. But my hunch that princess will bother me more."

"Actually, I don't like you being close to Rewelin" Armand said.

"It shouldn't come out of you who's still close to him." Abela raised her eyebrows.

Armand stepped closer to Abela who no longer looked uncomfortable with her presence.

"I miss you." Armand said slowly.

"I won't accept those words .. from people who don't even send me letters."

"I'm afraid you'd rather burn my letter." Armand chuckled while playing a pinch of Abela's hair and dyed her.

"You're right ...." Abela laughed too.

Abela doesn't want to admit that she already feels more comfortable with Armand than she did in the past. But if he were to admit it, then what about his plan to leave this world. He did not want to have a relationship with someone else that would make him feel heavy. Having guilt on the owner of this body alone has made him uncomfortable.

"What are your plans tomorrow?" armand asked, still playing Abela's hair.

"I'll visit the plantation."

"Hm ... I want to ban it." Armand grimaced as he said that.

"And who did you forbid me from?"

"I'm obviously your lover, Abela." Armand replied while looking at Abela with his deep eyes.

"I am ready to do it at any time" Armand said in a confident tone.

"Look until I lost my memory you haven't done it. The only answer I have is I don't allow it."

Armand could not answer quickly this time, he only smiled faintly before tucking the hair of Abela in his hand.

"I've always lost arguing with you lately" Armand said.

"Maybe I'm tired of being submissive." Abela could not look at Armand. It feels heavy, not nervous or clumsy. More to feel guilty. The feelings he hated for his entire life.

"Is that? I didn't realize that. I'm sorry ..." whispered Armand quietly.

"I ... Always thought Lyra was the one behind the attack that happened to me. Then ... After today ...." Abela hung her words.

"No. The princess did not even have control over her own maids," Armand finally turned his gaze from Abela into the night sky.

"You know something, right? You still insist on keeping it a secret to me?"

"You're wrong. I don't know anything yet" Armand still hasn't looked at Abela again.

"What a while you're lying" said Abela.

Armand shook his head and looked for something in his suit pocket. Take a cigar out of the box and start sipping it.

"Let me finish it for you this time, Abela. I'm ...." Armand glanced at Abela with the corner of his eyes. "Don't want to argue the way I handled it with you."

Abela sighed, why should she know. That's none of his business. Why be willing to be bothered by facts that are not related to him. Wouldn't that make it easier for him to achieve what he had been aiming for in the first place.

"Just do what you want Armand to do, I just want to enjoy my life."

Armand smiled faintly before glancing at Abela with the tip of his eyes, his hand that was not holding a cigar with the reflex of tidying up Abela's wind-blown brat.

Armand turned off his cigar and put it back on his box. His body leaned forward onto the balcony guardrail. Stumping her head with her right hand, her left hand was still busy with strands of Abela's hair.

"Am I in your plan to enjoy life?" ask Armand.

Abela did not reply immediately, she turned to face Armand. Staring at Armand's handsome face that was getting softer and softer.

"Can I think, if ... You can ...." Abela threw the corner of her eye again towards the darkness of the night. He swallowed his words again. He would have gone crazy if he really thought about saying it.

"Lately, you've got one bad habit. You'll draw the words you want to say. As if you'd regret saying it."

"Forget it. I beg you." Abela wanted to avoid Armand this time as well.

Armand straightened his body and began to pull Abela's waist so that her body docked close to him.

"You mean to say naughty things, don't you?" whispered Armand next to Abela's face that was slowly turning red.

"No ... I don't think so." Abela replied, still trying to avoid Armand's gaze.

"Hm ... I think so," said Armand raucously.

Abela is not sure when and who started it all. Who approached first so as to make their lips touch. Armand supported Abela's body so that she would not lose her balance despite her tiptoes.

It was sweet, as Armand pulled Abela's lower lip with his. Persuaded him slowly with a swab of the tip of his tongue so that Abela opened her mouth slightly.

Abela lowly moaned as Armand managed to touch the contents of Abela's mouth with his tongue. Abela clung tightly to Armand's front shirt. The smell of tobacco filled his two senses.

Armand increasingly brought Abela closer with his embrace. Made Abela slowly roll her hand over Armand's neck. Feeling Armand's slightly rough palms on his bare back. Until they move away and release their Pagutan.

"Abela ..." whispered Armand.

"I don't want to do it here" Abela said softly.

"Hm ... I'll borrow one room then."

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