Life Becomes Duke's Beloved
Unaccustomed

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For Abela who was used to Armand's warm attitude towards him. Must start getting used to the coldness of Armand's attitude now. Abela smiled wryly with her glassy mind. What did he expect? Allowed to complete his duties in this world alone he should be grateful. Armand was kind to that.

Abela was a little surprised as Armand entered the room. He had not expected Armand to enter the same room. When was the last time they stayed in one room? Abela doesn't even remember.

Abela was still staring at Armand even as the man changed clothes before her. Abela smiled again, thinking again Armand was an extraordinary human being. He did not need to carry a sword or any other weapon when he had to be on guard. In reality the weapon had already fused with his body and was stored somewhere inside his chest.

"What makes you smile?" tanya Armand broke Abela's daydream.

Abela avoided Armand's gaze with a stiff face.

"No ... There is no ... I was just thinking something." Abela still had not looked at Armand. I don't know why his face was hot. Come on, wake yourself up. Abela closed her eyes.

Armand had to count the numbers in his heart. He clenched his teeth as he looked at Abela in front of him. Her thin satin nightgown that was slightly down from her shoulders. The collarbone of Abela that stuck her eyes. His face is red. Armand gulped. Damnit. It's in the heart.

Armand knew that the one in the body was not Abela. At least that's what the woman's been messing with for a few days. If only, the events in the magician's castle would not Armand have witnessed. Maybe he'll assume what Abela said was nonsense.

Now it was hard for him to deny any more. The harsh reality he had to swallow. Abela the woman she loved no longer existed. The one in front of him right now is just his shell. A shell that still develops his desires even though his common sense always refuses.

Armand turned his back to Abela, hiding his facial expression. He did not want this woman to see him with the expression he was displaying right now.

"You sleeping here?" Abela asked again. I don't know why his mouth couldn't stop that.

"This is my room" replied Armand. "You mind?"

"Is that influential? If I say you mind?"

"You really can't keep your mouth shut, do you still think you're superior in your current situation?" Armand smiled arrogantly again.

"In that body you only have an aura level far below me." Armand emphasized the fact that always made Abela angry. Abela was now in front of him.

"You ... Not teaching me anymore?" Abela doesn't want to lose.

"For what? Make you troublemaker again?"

"Oh ... A while ago you said you regretted killing me." Abela crossed her arms in front of her chest.

"You said everything's been a mess since I left. You said you should try talking to me." Abela did not stop talking to make Armand even more angry. But he was shocked when he saw a smile rising on Armand's face. It was not the arrogant smile that Abela had always seen lately. More of a smile that somehow looks sad.

"You're right .. but I'd rather not lose my lover." Armand muttered softly.

"You know ...." Abela secured her seat by leaning back. "Everything that happens is not my will. It's so unfair of you to spill your anger on me." Abela closed her eyes in frustration.

"Sometimes I feel sorry for being honest." Abela laughed bitterly. "Will my job be easier if I just trick you, Armand?"

"What answer do you want to hear from me?" ask Armand coldly.

"Content ... You are right ... What I want." Abela has not opened her eyes yet. He finally chose to lie down and hide inside the blanket. Inhaling Armand who clenched his hands with a sad facial expression.

Armand walked towards a chair in the corner of his room. The liquor spot was put down by Tony and downed it straight from the bottle. I wish the liquid would calm him down.

While Abela bit her lower lip under the blanket, somehow her chest felt tight. Why should he feel hurt? His brows furrowed and his bite tightened until an iron taste was smashed at the end of his tongue. It's just her body's memory. Abela convinced that in her heart.

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Abela gave a small smile imagining the face this man was about to show. But he chose to move slowly to wake up. Although his attempt failed as Armand's burly hand tightened his embrace.

Abela could clearly hear the thumping heart beat. Whose? His? Or Armand's?

Abela frowned and pretended to be asleep. Not realizing that Armand had already opened his eyes long ago. His brown eyes stared at the golden strands of Abela's hair. While the tip of his nose stuck to the nape of Abela, inhaling the fragrance of flowers that always smelled at a close distance.

Armand closed his eyes, feeling the pounding of his racing heart. There are a lot of emotions in there. There are regrets, longs and desires for this woman. Then the anger that came made her chest even more painful.

Since when is he this weak? Armand smiled smirkingly. Never in his life would he choose to deny the truth. To this day come. What would happen if he didn't know? At least he would treat this woman very well. Spilling his passion and affection as usual.

"Somehow I feel you're awake." Abela started to open her mouth. Armand's short breath was no longer felt.

"I'm awake already." Armand replied casually.

"Do you know what you're doing right now?" asked Abela in wonder.

"Yes .. I am very. very conscious."

"Then can you let me go now?" Abela held back her sense of regret.

"Why? What would you do if I didn't let you go?"

"You sound drunk." Abela was confused.

"You're right. I might be drunk." Armand swallowed his saliva. When his hand touched a part of Abela's body that she shouldn't have touched.

"You intentionally?" ask Abela again.

"You believe me if I say 'I didn't mean it?"

"Allah ... You can stay away from me now." Abela gave the order but she did not move at all.

"I'm lazy to do it" replied the original Armand.

"Then get your hands off my chest."

"Did?" Armand smiled obliquely. "When is this body yours?"

Armand's question left Abela speechless for quite a while. I don't know why this question bothers him.

"You're right ... This body is not mine." Abela was silent for a moment, "But that doesn't mean yours either."

"Hn ....?" Armand muttered short, tightening his squeeze. Whispering in Abela's ears with her low tone. "I was wondering what you were thinking when you agreed to make love to me for the first time."

Armand stroked Abela's arm slowly. Before whispering again, "What were you thinking back then, Arabela?"

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