Life Becomes Duke's Beloved
Nama

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Abela widened her eyes when she heard Armand speak her real name for the first time. His body stiffened, petrified where he lay. His brain digests for quite a while. When was the last time he was called by that name?

"Arabella?" whispered Armand again.

Abela swallowed her saliva. He tried to escape from Armand's tight embrace.

"Why did hearing you say that name made me ...." Abela hung up her sentence. He was still trying to shift Armand's arm.

"created you? Afraid? Excited?" Armand smirked before finally taking off his embrace.

Abela immediately got out of bed, without turning to Armand. He walked slowly towards the chair, where Armand was sitting yesterday. And the remaining liquor.

Armand also got out of his bed and lit the bell. A couple of servants rushed into his room. Four of them were busy with Abela. Armand walked out from there after seeing that sight.

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"Mom doesn't look okay" Bastian said at the dinner table.

"What's? No. gabe. Of course I'm fine" Abela replied in passing.

"Mom's face looks pale." Orlando entered the conversation.

Abela was grateful that Armand had not eaten breakfast with them this time. That means he can eat as much as he wants. Without having to feel uncomfortable.

"Mom's stomach is a little sore. It was when I woke up. I felt thirsty and didn't realize what I was drinking was liquor."

"So? Have you guys made up?" ask Orlando again.

"We never fought, son." Abela forced her smile.

"Thank God then," Orlando replied as he threw his gaze away from Abela. Realize that the smile on his mother's face is a fake smile.

"What are your plans today?" ask Abela.

"We're going into town. Mommy wanna come?" ask Orlando plain.

"No ... I think I'll just rest here" Abela replied too soon. He only felt that Armand would not allow him to leave.

"Dearly enough. I want to go with mom" Orlando said.

"I think it's okay, to take a walk for a while." Bastian commented, persuading Abela.

Abela just smiled awkwardly, confused by what she should do.

"I'll tell your father first." Abela smiled awkwardly again. Even if he said that, he didn't know if he could talk to Armand or not.

"Why do you have to ask permission just to come out?" orlando's question makes sense. Why he had to do it was like showing he was a prisoner.

Abela laughed awkwardly, she bribed again her breakfast. Think of ways to get out of this situation.

"Your mother can go. Of course." Armand's voice sounded suddenly. Armand appeared without making a sound making everyone shocked.

Bastian somehow put on a flat face, while Orlando looked radiant. Abela glanced at Armand with the corner of her eyes. He tried to stay calm.

"My clothes are getting a bit smaller. It was only a few months and I was growing fast. So let's go find my clothes first." Orlando said cheerfully.

Abela spontaneously took Orlando's hand and looked at the arm of his shirt that was already shorter than the size of his hand. Abela smiled softly and her heart ached a little.

"I forgot the last time I bought you clothes" Abela said.

"I also don't remember, maybe a few months ago." Orlando showed a thinking face. Then smile wide again. "We can do it today" he said.

The sight made Armand swallow his drink slowly. He hid his facial expression behind the cup. What happens if Orlando finds out if he's an orphan?

Gestur Armand was captured by Bastian who was still silently watching him. A lot of that kid thinks too.

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Orlando probably only remembers what Armand once told him that Abela had lost her memory.

"Madam Isla, welcome." Welcome the boutique owner.

Abela lowered her head for a moment, "I need some suits for Orlando. For home and out."

The shopkeeper understood and started to measure up to Orlando. Abela and Bastian were waiting in the long seats available there.

"What are you thinking?" asked Abela suddenly.

Bastian did not immediately reply he was still speechless. Then he gave Abela a smile. Abela frowned.

"Nothing, why do you think I'm thinking about something" Bastian replied calmly.

"You're always suddenly silent when you look me in the face" Abela said.

"Ow ... About it .... " Bastian did not continue what he said. Because Orlando has joined them again.

"After this, I need some books." Orlando looks so happy.

Orlando's expression could not distract Abela from what Bastian wanted to say. Did Armand tell his son he wasn't Abela? If Bastian knew about it. No wonder he was always silent when he looked at her face.

Abela sat quietly in a chair and saw Orlando to and fro in the bookstore with Bastian following her.

"I don't know, I'll meet with madam here."

The voice made the slightly dreamy Abela startled. He looked over and saw Calix smiling at him.

"Duke Estonia?" Abela was about to stand up before Calix held her back and told her to stay seated.

"What are you looking for?" ask Calix again.

"No, I'm dropping off my son." Abela pointed at Orlando with a movement of her head.

"The young master who was with prince Bastian was the madam's son?"

"You're right, the golden-haired one. He's my son." Abela smiled softly, the two corners of her lips were raised very beautifully. His eyes were closed not too long. But enough that Calix noticed her long, wiry eyelashes.

Calix swallowed his saliva, his heart beating with a fast rhythm. It's always like this if he's talking to this madam.

"I'm surprised you're still in the capital" Abela said, breaking Calix's daydream.

"The one that's been going on lately, makes me think about staying here longer." Calix answered Abela's question smoothly, his gaze already shifting from Abela's face to the lined bookshelves.

"About the possessed witch's body?" Abela asked carefully.

"You're right. The body died a long time ago. It should be impossible. But ... I'm sure whoever did it. He must have had the wrong goal."

"It's been two years, isn't it? They must be trying to perfect that body in various ways." Abela murmured softly, talking more to herself.

"Two days, we'll head for the witch's castle again. Some troops stay there standing guard there."

"We?" Abela asked. Make sure anyone leaves.

"It's madam, all those who participated in the monster expedition back then."

"Armand said nothing ...." Abela fell silent suddenly, she smiled wryly. Armand never told him. Even Abela knew about the monster expedition while talking to Rewelin.

"Duke probably just doesn't want you coming anymore." Calix said as if reading Abela's head.

"of course. I'm just a hindrance to your mission." Abela hasn't looked at Calix.

"That's not true, madam helped us a lot."

Abela was a little stunned by the words calix. He silently smiled. The granddaughter of the granddaughter, this granddaughter was very similar to her son back then. Abela watched Calix with the corner of her eye. From his long legs to his sleeves. There was a bit of thread sticking out near the buttons of his suit.

Unknowingly Abela's hand reached towards the end of Calix's suit sleeve. As her consciousness returned, Abela stared at Calix's towering face beside her. Abela was not sure what made her feel awkward about their position. The face of Calix's disbelief at what Abela did or the man's face flushed red?

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