Life Becomes Duke's Beloved
Time Stopped

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Abela doesn't know what she's thinking. Why could he be so carried away. Either because of the atmosphere or because of that person Armand. Abela slowly removed all the buttons on Armand's clothes. Armand did not appear to be trying to resist it. He was still busy bringing Abela closer to him.

The dim magic stone light, slowly fading away. In the room that was dominated by the darkness. All that was heard was the sound of a burning fireplace and a sigh that was restrained.

Abela was still on Armand's lap, her dress still attached to his body. Only the longer it's been exposed. Abela manages to remove Armand's clothes and throws him to the floor. And then ended their lips.

Armand hasn't said a word yet. But her hand was already behind Abela's nightgown. Stroking the skin of his stomach with the fingertips.

"Arabela ..." whispered Armand again.

Abela smiled Armand called her by that name. He ended up propping his body with his knees giving some distance to Armand.

"You sure?" ask Armand raucous.

Abela couldn't possibly retreat again, it would be very awkward if she said no for now. He had no reason to refuse. He too, sometimes craved for moments like this. Abela had no idea, maybe after tonight Armand would stare at her again like yesterday. With a cold and flat look.

"What are you thinking?" armand asked as he looked at Abela's suddenly blank gaze.

"You realize that?" abela asked, tilting her head.

"Of course ... There's no me in your eyes" said Armand, who inexplicably sounded asductive.

"Omong is empty" Abela replied with a stifled laugh.

Armand began to immerse his head in Abela's body, pecking at anything he could reach from his position.

"You want me to take off my dress?" asked Abela flirting.

"No need, your dress doesn't get in the way of anything" replied Armand.

Abela frowned. A shrill voice rang out from his slightly opened lips.

"View ... It doesn't get in the way of anything" Armand said again.

Abela returned Armand's charming smile. His body moves on its own. While his eyes did not escape from Armand's neck and jaw. Abela had no idea, for some reason the sight was so interesting to her today.

"Do what you want" Armand said.

Abela raised her brows in an incomprehensible manner, amidst her slightly uncontrollable body movements.

"Hm ... I'm yours ..." whispered Armand again in Abela's ear. His breath felt tickling. Abela bit her lower lip to hold back. His hand he kept on Armand's sturdy shoulders.

"I-i ...." Abela gulped after stuttering as she wanted to say something.

Abela's face looked red even in the light-less room. His fingernails always scratched Armand's skin.

"Me?" ask Armand.

Abela had yet to reply, she still held back her sigh. Armand did not give any pause at all.

"Arabela ..." call Armand again.

Abela finally pressed Armand's lower lip with her thumb slightly hard. Make Armand bite her small.

"Don't. A bunch. Talk." Abela pressed down on all the words she said. And managed to say it clearly.

Hearing that Armand laughed quite loudly. He added to the tempo of his movements making Abela scream a little at the beginning. But act normal again after that.

Neither Armand nor Abela expected that they would dare to do it again. Abela never thought Armand would approach her again. Which Abela realized at that moment. Armand did not let go of his embrace until the newly rising sunlight entered the window.

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Abela lifted her cup and sipped the still warm tea. He was having breakfast with Armand. And apparently the two young men were staying at the palace, so they could invite themselves to have breakfast with Abela.

Abela looked at Armand who was still casually eating fruit and reading the newspaper. Abela's gaze moved on Orlando who looked still sleepy. The child refrains from yawning.

"You still sleepy?" ask Abela.

Orlando looked at Abela, not long after that he moved his gaze on the plate that was still filled with sandwiches. Without answering Abela's question at all. Makes Abela feel Orlando is trying to ignore her.

The sight was caught by the corner of Armand's eye. Armand's gaze quickly changed, from Abela's sad face, to Orlando's 'don't want to be bothered' face.

Armand looked at Bastian and unintentionally looked at him. Armand asked through his eyes. But Bastian just shrugged his shoulders.

"Evening ... Can't you sleep?" ask Abela to Orlando. He grimaced a little, what did he do after Orlando left his room? He felt guilty when he felt fine that the child was not.

Orlando shook his head, his mouth busy chewing the bread crammed into his mouth. Getting such a response, Abela did not attempt to ask again. He just eats in silence.

"What mother ..." Bastian's words hung up as he found Orlando glaring at him.Bastian hid his thin smile by pretending to cough.

"Have you made a decision about marriage?" ask Bastian at last.

"Yes ... Arabela doesn't mind, she says it's nothing." Armand answered even though his eyes were still fixed on the newspaper.

"Arabella?" ask Orlando.

Orlando looked at the face of the woman his mother should have been. The woman was unexpectedly looking at him as well.

"Yes .. I think it's fine with me to marry Duke Armand. Since this is only temporary," Abela replied sounding light.

"Temporary ...." Bastian involuntarily muttered.

"I've said many times that my goal is only to die" Abela replied.

Orlando has already put down his cutlery. Armand had also folded his newspapers. And Bastian looked at Abela seriously.

"Why do you always have to say that, Madam Arabela?" ask Bastian. Bastian pressed his voice while calling Abela by his old name. But Abela just smiled from the top of her teacup.

"I'm just afraid you guys hope to me. A hope I can't grant." Abela also placed her cup gently. In order not to make a loud clanging sound.

"I know, I was too confident when I said this ... But don't want to know me" Abela said.

Armand was silent and could not respond to Abela's words. Bastian seemed to be thinking about something. And Orlando, he was staring at his fingers that were clinging to the table.

"All right," said Orlando, making everyone's attention on him.

"If that's what Madan wants" Orlando said.

"But can you do what I want first." Orlando looked directly into Abela's eyes. His eyes were very firm, not trembling and trembling at all.

Abela nodded in response. Makes Orlando smile. Armand and Bastian exchanged glances again. They couldn't guess what Orlando was thinking.

Armand sighed and leaned his back against the chair again. He looked up at the ceiling of the room. Armand massaged the base of his nose. Damnit. It's in the heart. What should he do.

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