Life Becomes Duke's Beloved
Time

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Abela still did not change her lying position, as she heard the sound of the door being closed quite loudly. He sighed for a moment. God fucking. It's in the heart. Tears rolled down her cheeks and grew increasingly heavy. His back trembled as the sobs he held.

Abela never thought she would cry again. When all his humanity was eroded by his evil nature and behavior for hundreds of years. Abela stopped caring for me a long time ago. About all the emotions or even the taste of the food she eats. His life was like an undead.

Then why is she crying? He couldn't deny it, he felt a little happy getting the attention of Bastian and Orlando. Or talk all his trouble with Armand. It was all new after a long time he had not felt.

It turns out that lying is better than the honesty he chooses. Abela cannot repeat time. He was only focused on his goal of leaving this world. He did not know that it would be painful enough to be rejected by a person who was used to giving him affection.

At a glance as he closed his eyes, suddenly the image of the Baroness Isla mansion was seen before his eyes. Lui, Anna and all the servants who were happily and kindly always greeted her from the moment she woke up to fall asleep again. Slowly he could smell the tea in his office as the sunlight looked yellow and warm through the window.

Abela smiled, those memories might be pleasant memories to remember when death would come to her. His trembling back came to a halt and changed up and down constantly. The sound of slow breathing could indicate that he was asleep.

Armand stared at Abela's small back in silence. He did not move a bit from his seat. Abela's anger made sense to Armand. Armand realized he shouldn't have spilled his anger on Abela. To someone who doesn't even want to be here.

Armand tried not to move even a little so that Abela did not realize she was still there. Armand should be able to think of a way to explain to Orlando. Yesterday's explanation may not be enough. Armand was a little surprised when Orlando and Bastian came. Armand thought, they were really worried.

Armand smiled faintly. Maybe they were worried, they just didn't know how to convey it. Like her now. Armand closed his eyes and leaned his back against the soft sofa. Until he fell asleep too.

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"When have you been here?" That question was what Armand heard from Abela the first time he opened his eyes.

"Since Orlando and Bastian left. I'm not going anywhere" replied Armand calmly.

Abela widened her eyes. That means Armand heard him cry? Abela's face blushed thinking that.

"I'll get the waiter to bring you some food." Armand got up from his seat and walked out the door. Before entering again with a sleepy face.

"Why? Why are you still here?" abela asked, turning her face away.

"I take care of you of course. Maybe you're not okay yet" replied Armand. Almost sounded sincere in Abela's ears.

"I'm fine" Abela murmured softly.

"Hn .. fine if you say so ... Then you're okay." Armand smiled faintly at the back of Abela's head.

The woman seemed to have decided not to look at him right now. The door on tap slowly as the waiters came in to bring food. Two maids arranged a round dining table beside the window for Armand's food. And two servants approached Abela.

"Madam wants us to help you eat?" ask one of the servants to Abela.

"No ... I can do it myself" Abela replied quickly.

"You can go," Armand ordered flatly.

Arman approached the table and began to eat. His eyes could not be separated from Abela who was trying to scoop the soup in front of him.

"Arabela ..." call Armand softly but make Abela surprised.

"Why did you suddenly call me by that name?" ask Abela.

"I thought I'd do it a lot if we were alone." Armand replied calmly before raising his teacup.

"Call Ghotel then" Abela replied sounding annoyed.

"No ... I hate that name" Armand replied.

"No," Armand replied quickly.

That answer did not make Abela happy at all.

"That name sounds beautiful, it matches your red hair," Armand commented making Abela widen her open eyes.

"And what do you mean say that?" Abela asked almost inaudibly. Her lips did not open at all. Abela held her lips so that the sound of her teeth grinding could not be heard.

"You don't like me calling your name? You're more comfortable being called Abela?"

"Why? Why do you suddenly care about how I feel?" Abela could not contain her anger. I don't know why he feels so sad. No, for some reason he felt he looked extremely pitiful in front of Armand.

"I shouldn't have spilled my frustration on you. I'm sorry, " said Armand. He really said that. He really feels guilty.

While Abela, she glared at her soup bowl. It's hard to believe what he's hearing. Armand apologized to her? Wh why? Because he saved that man's life? Because with that Armand can save the person who is valuable to him?

"Why do I know what you're thinking." Armand looked at Abela from above his cup.

"It's not like that ... Not what you think" said Armand slowly.

"Your words to Orlando made me realize yesterday. About your feelings I never knew. I just never tried to understand you." Armand was still staring at the back of Abela's head.

"Do I look so pathetic in your eyes?" ask Abela. Armand must have watched her cry last night.

Abela clutched the soup spoon she held in her right hand. His left hand was squeezing the blanket. His emotions last night are back. Abela bit her lower lip. Hold back what might explode out.

Armand watched Abela's gesture from a distance. He will stand from where he sits.

"Stay there," Abela orders flat.

"Don't try to get close to me" said Abela sharply, not yet staring at Armand again.

The order brought Armand to a standstill. What happens if he obeys Abela's orders. And what happens if he doesn't comply. Armand hid his faint smile with a look down. Since when did he behave to obey others.

Armand continued what he was going to do. He straightened his body and stepped closer to Abela. The light steps Abela could feel.

"I told you not to come any closer !" abela shouted a little.

Which of course Armand did not hear. The distance is getting closer. Armand did not hesitate to accept Abela's anger when she got there. With her weak body, Abela activated her aura. Blue light covered his entire body.

Obstinately. Think Armand. Their distance stayed a little longer as Abela lowered her head to hide her face. Armand leaned over supporting his body with one hand that he placed on the bed beside Abela sitting down. A blue aura was also seen enveloping Armand's body.

"This is not going to work. Your resistance is ...." Armand whispered.

"Damn it," said Abela leaning upwards looking at Armand's face. His hand reached out to grab Armand's collar and grabbed him. Abela looked at Armand sharply with her red and watery eyes. His teeth held in emotion.

Armand looked into those angry eyes. Never had Armand met anyone who dared to look at him directly with eyes as hateful as Abela had given him now. Armand realized Abela's anger was not due to name alone. He needed to channel his emotions all along.

Armand was not sure what kind of words could assuage this woman's anger. Maybe there isn't. Armand reached into Abela's two hands, clutching her collar.

With a single pull, Armand carried Abele into his arms. Pressing his back slowly.

"Thank you ... Has saved me ..." whispered Armand near Abela's ear.

Making Abela shed her tears again in her wide-open eyes.

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