Life Becomes Duke's Beloved
Calix

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Armand stared at his fingers clinging to the table. His face was so stiff and hard that everyone around him looked alert. Armand had already sent many of his shadows to follow where Abela and her children were going. He had also given Bastian instructions to be careful. But still his heart was not calm.

Armand recalled the incident this morning when he called out the witch's real name. What's he thinking? Why could he call it with such a conductive tone. Armand assures himself that everything he does because of Abela's face and body is not because of Arabela.

Then why is he so upset right now. He wanted to go to the middle of town and pick up the three of them. But of course it's a little embarrassing, I don't know what face Bastian would show if he did that. The two of them are not children that their parents must accompany when they travel.

Armand breathed out quite loudly. It surprised Ray and Tony. I don't know why they started to prepare.

"What are you worried about?" ask Tony carefully.

Armand looked at Tony long ago. No one knows if the woman is not the real Abela except Armand and Bastian. Of course Armand couldn't say what was inside his head as freely as he usually did to his butler.

"You think?" Armand answered with an ambiguous question.

Tony looked at Ray who was hiding his face behind the parchment clearly unwilling to interfere.

"I'm sorry, sir. I asked because you seemed to be worrying about something."

"I'm doing fine. You can continue what you're working on." Armand moved from his seat. And out of the room. He would only do what he wanted to do rather than feel uncomfortable all day.

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And here is Armand now. Standing near the entrance of the bookstore. She was told one thought that her children - and Abela was in the bookstore. But the first thing he saw was not entirely pleasant.

Why does Abela look so close to Calix? Armand's eyes narrowed at Abela's fingertips holding the tip of Calix's sleeve. Armand was still silent when he saw the two of them staring at each other. Or Calix's face that looks flushed. Why does his face have to be so red?

Armand hid one of his hands behind the pocket of the trousers he was wearing. Everyone who saw him would know he was upset.

"Dad?" Bastian realized his presence and made everyone turn their head to focus on Armand.

Abela took off her fingertips and tried to act ordinary. Why should he be bothered with the thread on Calix's sleeve.

"Your Majesty," Calix greeted Armand politely. Armand greeted her back as well with a short nod.

Abela was still sitting in her place. With the corner of his eyes Armand could see the woman's ears were slightly red.

"What are you doing here?" asked Orlando in a surprised tone.

"She was just worried." Armand replied calmly. She smiled at the teenager and approached him. Passing Abela who sat close to Calix.

"Worry?" ask Orlando again. Staring at Abela who had not said anything since Armand's arrival.

"Dad shouldn't worry too much. Me, Sid and the others are enough." Bastian muttered softly.

"Dad knows," said Armand smiling awkwardly.

"What's? About what?" Orlando still asked the two people who did not answer his question at all.

"Allah ... In the end it was me who always didn't know," Orlando sulked with a sullen face.

"You're so ugly when you put that face on." Bastian mocked his best friend.

"Huh? whatever." Orlando retorted by glancing at Bastian who was smiling widely.

Armand laughed softly as he ruffled the hair of Orlando who was already smiling again.

Poor kid who lost his mother, Abela smiled wryly while closing her eyes. At first glance the words of Armand who said if he would take care of Bastian and Orlando first before catching up with his lover sounded not impossible.

Abela does not know, he is wrong or not with what happened to Armand, Orlando or Bastian. Of course he refused to be blamed. Not his desire to enter this body either.

"Duke Armand looks very familiar with madam's son." Calix put out his head. Made Abela glance at him again. He's still here - his granddaughter.

"Hn. Mr. Duke is right." Abela answered briefly.

"Madam, I don't think you should go to that castle." Calix said again. His gaze fell on Armand who was still conversing in front of them.

"So Armand asked me to come to the castle?" ask Abela. There was no change in expression either from his tone of speech or his face.

"Duke Armand, said that at the meeting yesterday."

"Is that so? Then I have to come again." Abela answered casually. Like it's not a burden. "I will make sure to mess it up like the other day" Abela said.

"You were innocent then. I'm sorry I couldn't prevent the kidnapping. As I shouted that I would protect the madam."

"Oh ... That's when Master Duke yelled?" Abela understood his little laugh. Remembering that moment. Make Calix's face flushed again.

"I make sure only madams can hear it" Calix murmured softly.

"Thank you. Really."

"I ...." Calix glanced at Abela who was still displaying her smile. "By pleasure."

The two of them then no longer spoke. Abela was a little sleepy in her chair and Calix was already deep in her own thoughts. None of them move. Their gesture was caught by Armand. He glanced at the place they were at with the corner of his eyes.

There was an emotion Armand felt. Of course, he could be jealous. How not, even though in the body it is not the real soul of Abela. The body still belongs to Abela.

Armand smiled wryly with a darkened face. She was grateful that neither Bastian nor Orlando could see her facial expression at this moment. Ever since knowing the truth Abela said. His inner struggle always made his head hurt. In a way, he wanted to kill the witch and blame all of those things on Ghotel. But on the other hand, it is not easy to hurt the body of his lover. How could he possibly do it.

"Mother?" Orlando suddenly stood beside Abela and stared at her with his bright blue pupils.

"Mom looks tired" Orlando said again.

"Yes, I think it's time we go home." Armand chimed from where he stood. He looked at Calix who looked surprised.

But not for long Calix's surprised face changed. His eyes sharply returned Armand's eyes.

"Duke Estonia?" Abela called Calix politely to say goodbye.

"G ... Yes madam." Calix took off his gaze on Armand. And turn to Abela.

"I took a break first. Nice to meet you." Abela nodded politely before embracing Orlando's shoulder and taking him away. Bastian with a flat face.

"It's nice to meet you Duke, too" Armand said sarcastically.

"If I were you master, I wouldn't let madam take part in a dangerous expedition." Calix said slowly. When Armand was already very close to him. Made Armand glance at him.

"If I were you. I'm not going to talk about it here." Armand commemorated Calix with an intimidating tone and gaze.

Calix did not answer or move as Armand walked out of the shop door.

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