Life Becomes Duke's Beloved
Bereft

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Rumor, is the fastest thing that can spread like a fungus. Rumors also made Bastian run through the palace hallway full of these workers in a hurry. He just left his mom and dad in that room. Why such a horrible rumor could exist.

Bastian got to the front door of the room when the sound of objects breaking inside there was heard. Or the sound of Armand shouting is unclear. All that sounds is the word kill and you.

Bastian would've barged in if Cesar hadn't held back his shoulder. Bastian looked at the older cousin one year old with nanar.

"Come with me" said Cesar. "This is an order !"

Before Bastian could answer Cesar had dragged him away.

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Armand laughed even louder, as he heard Abela say her sympathy. Armand doesn't want to know this. Can't this woman lie this time? Armand doesn't mind. Should this figure resuscitate what Armand doesn't want to know.

"You. No. gabe. Quickly. Saying. That's." Armand suppressed every word he spoke.Patience was already on the edge, he just wanted to let go of his anger.

"I told you I don't mind you killing me." Abela was still calm.

"You ... Did you do this on purpose?" armand's tone of voice was still low when he asked.

"No." Abela replied with a smile. "If it were, when I woke up next to you, I wouldn't scream to die."

That fact did not assuage Armand's anger in the slightest. His head feels ringing. It may be the effect of drinking large amounts of wine. But Armand felt very conscious right now. He knows what he says or does.

"Why did you just say it now?" ask Armand.

"Why? You sure I just said it now? I always say Armand, but I can't prove anything. Everything I said sounded like shit. Now the right opportunity after ... You saw it for yourself. The body of the woman you killed two years ago. It's in front of you with the soul of another."

Abela ignored the pain in her neck every time she spoke. Indeed, it feels sore. But he can't stop. He had to make Armand understand.

"I'm sorry, but I'm aware of what I'm reviving. I have to destroy my body at any cost." Abela said sure.

Armand began to move his sword away from Abela's neck and kick whatever was nearby. The sound of the clink of glassware falling to the floor. Can't hide Armand's scream.

"I killed you ! You remember right?"

Abela frowned. Armand looks drunk. He's raving it's unclear.

"Yes of course. How could I forget that." Abela still answered all of Armand's timelessness calmly.

"You ! Did you kill Abela?" yell Armand again.

"No. What did I kill him for? Especially when he died I wasn't in this world." Abela was unaware her answer made Armand even more furious.

"You ! You want revenge on me?" Armand was still shouting.

"Are you crazy? Wh-wh-what for? I'm grateful you killed me and meant to make you do it again." Abela was not afraid in the slightest of Armand who was still venting his emotions on all the items he could reach.

"Armand, I know you're desperate. You want to rip me off. But you can't do anything to this body. How much do you love him anyway?"

Armand was silent again. Hiding his anger by clenching his teeth. Armand could not define what he was feeling at the moment. He was more angry than sad. He was angry at the fact that Abela had died. He was angry because it turned out that Abela's soul was possessed by someone else. He was angry because even though he was aware of some different things, he always denied and did not accept them. What's more, she was angry because she didn't want Abela to say this - as she realized what the woman wanted to say.

Armand looked at Abela again. He threw his lost sword somewhere. With a slow step approached Abela who was still sitting on the chair. Did I just kill this woman? Ask Armand inwardly. Killing her meant easily granting her what she wanted. What's more, can he do it? On Abela's body?

A bitter laugh came out from Armand's lips that looked drier than usual. The tears did not stop flowing on his stiff face. Abela gulped looking and listening to the man.

Armand stretched out his hand to stroke Abela's face slowly. Makes Abela squeak.

"Abela ..." call Armand down. "Abela ...."

Abela was in her place. Not moving one bit. His blue eyes were still trapped by Armand's gaze. Abela was still speechless even as Armand dyed all parts of her face without exception. Even as Armand hugged her tightly, calling her lover's name repeated and tears drenched Abela's shoulders. Abela was still silent like a statue. Not trying to calm or push her away.

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Armand woke up staring at the ceiling of the room. Soft linen felt on his body. His body and head were still heavy. Slowly she sat on the bed, aware that she was not wearing her clothes.

Armand gave a glance at the chaotic room. His gaze fell on his clothes lying on the floor. Not far from it, she looked at the dress and the corset as well. His forehead shriveled as his head hurt.

He looked over as he felt the movement beside him. As he looked at the blue pupils looking at him sharply, he realized that he had gone mad.

Abela sat down as well, the wound on her neck bleeding again. He looked at Armand who was covering his face with one hand. Without saying much meant to get out of bed. He said nothing until he entered the bathroom through the door that was connected from his room.

Abela did not even pay heed to the restrained screeches of the palace maids waiting for her there. Or their surprised expression seeing Abela's body. That guy is really crazy. Abela was sure it wasn't just him who had that thought.

"Call the doctor right away," the servant ordered, older than the others. Make a young girl run.

"Madam's?" ask the senior servant.

"Yes I know. I'll wait for the doctor before taking a shower. Get me some clothes to wear again."

All the servants moved with a fast rhythm. Bring some more bathrobes. The doctor came immediately to treat what he saw first.

"Madam ... Your neck ..." The woman's doctor said softly while performing the treatment on her neck.

"I know, sometimes the blood stops, sometimes it flows again." Abela answered the doctor's question she displayed on her face.

"How's it?" the doctor gulped when he saw the big enough wound.

"There's some bruising on the madam's body." The senior servant whispered to the doctor. The doctor nodded and applied the ointment on the bruise on Abela's hands and feet that Armand clutched too tightly last night.

"Listen to me" said Abela. "What you see here is a secret. If there are any rumors spreading. You must be in danger." Abela threatened the servants who would not comply with her request.

Abela entered again into the chaotic room after wearing her full outfit. The scarf and dress the waiter wears is perfect to cover everything.

Abela looked at Armand who was sucking his cigar while looking out the window. Armand was only wearing his thin silk sleeping robe. Abela sat on the only chair that was not overturned or destroyed.

"How's your wound?" Armand asked in a cold tone. Makes Abela smile cynically.

 But he could still answer calmly.

 "I'm fine."

The bathroom door on tap slowly. Not bothering two people who are in their minds.

"Your majesty, your bath water is ready." The senior servant who had just announced carefully. Armand went in there still carrying his cigar. Making Abela able to exhale who did not know when he could hold.

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