Life Becomes Duke's Beloved
On Whom

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Abela walked quietly towards her room after parting ways with Orlando and Bastian. Abela was greeted by the waiter rather hurriedly.

"Madam, His Highness the Duke is waiting for you," said the servant.

Abela's originally cheerful expression turned slightly gloomy. Abela went into the room and crossed her arms in front of her chest. Looking at Armand who was seated and looked a little arrogant.

Armand was no longer wearing his full outfit. It's still too late to wear a sleeping robe. Armand glanced at Abela with the corner of his eyes. And rested his back on the chair. Lifting his cup to drink.

Abela did not say hello or say anything as she passed by Armand to change clothes. She casually as usual opened her dress in front of Armand.

Armand stood up and approached Abela calmly. Help her to loosen the corset rope that Abela wears.

"Why don't you ever ask a waiter to help you?" ask Armand.

"I don't believe them" Abela replied quickly.

Armand's hand movements stopped, he never thought about it. Ever since he knew Abela wasn't Abela, he lowered his security and alert level to guard Abela.

"You want me to call your servant from the Baron's residence?" ask Armand.

"You're offering that to me now?" Abela couldn't help but say ketus.

"You angry?" ask Armand.

"Why should I be angry?" Abela was ready to develop their argument.

Armand smiled faintly. She knows, Arabela is not like Abela. Abela's lover tends to shy away from quarrels and suppress his own emotions. While the woman in front of him is always able to express the contents of his head properly.

"You're angry that you couldn't meet me?" ask Armand again.

"I'm just upset by the absurd excuse you and your assistant gave me. Next time, if you don't want to see me. Just tell me what it is." Abela said those long words quickly.

Armand laughed softly hearing that. Blinded Abela glared at him. Armand could laugh at a time like this.

"You're funny?" hardik Abela's.

"If you ask me how you talk, that's funny" Armand replied in a calm tone. His hands were already moving again to loosen the corset.

"You know ... You're a bitch." Abela was still very upset but she let Armand stand close to her.

After opening her dress. Armand rubbed Abela's two shoulders gently.

"That's not a silly excuse. The king did come to my room" Armand said, trying to convince Abela.

"Why? Why did the king do it? He's the King and you're only the Duke" Abela replied still pitched.

Armand laughed again, he held back his laughter from getting too loud by immersing his face in Abela's nape.

"You're right ... But before he was King, he was my brother and yes .. we were both quite close."

"You think that's the right reason?" ask Abela again.

"No. You're right, I should have faced him. But he is also the king. Who can do everything as he pleases."

Abela was silent, not saying anything or making any moves. Armand's head was still on his shoulder. And as long as Armand spoke, his breath felt at Abela's nape. Armand smiled faintly, he wrapped his hands around Abela's waist.

Armand thought his gesture would make Abela shake and make the woman's face flushed as usual. But no, Abela was quite calm. He let out a short sigh before leaning the back of his head against Armand's chest. His face looked up, returning the gaze of Armand who was looking down.

"I just thought if you could accompany me to face those kids." Abela hid her eyes.

"I'm not confident enough, I'm afraid what comes out of my mouth hurts them even more."

Abela's speech made Armand stunned, the hand that was coiled around Abela's waist spontaneously loosened. Abela could feel it and opened her eyes again. Staring at Armand's gaze that somehow looked sad. Armand twisted Abela's body to face her. They looked at it long enough.

"The words are quite touching when said by you who try to look indifferent to us" said Armand slowly.

"When did I say I didn't care about you?" refute Abela.

"You care?" ask Armand again.

Abela was silent, now Armand resuscitated himself if he was worried and faltered. Between wanting to leave everything behind or being afraid to leave it all behind.

Abela always hoped the real Abela would come back and the lives of these people would be normal again. Without feeling pain. Even though he knew what these people were crying about was ultimately not him. Still he felt sympathy.

"Are you going to cry if I die?" ask Abela. He had no intention of asking about it. But his mouth did not do it spontaneously. It is controlled by his heart, not by his head.

Abela gulped and avoided Armand's gaze. He doesn't want to know the answer. Of course Armand will cry for Abela not for her. Why should he ask about it.

"Arabela ..." call Armand down.

Abela's eyes widened hearing Armand call out his real name. Slowly, his eyes returned to Armand's eyes. Abela could not clearly see Armand's facial expression. He was already trapped by Armand's brown pupils looking at him gently.

Armand was the same, he did not know what to answer. About Abela's question which is also still a question for him.

All this she felt, all this sweet and bitter. All the pain in his chest. Or a feeling of excitement that sometimes suddenly appears. Actually, to whom and for whom?

Armand also trapped himself in Abela's clear blue eyes. It was like looking at the boundless sky. If only he had only seen these eyes. That's the only thing the two of them have in common. If only Abela had not been trapped in Abela's body. What Armand would feel was the same as what Armand was feeling right now.

"I don't know ...." Armand answered softly. "All I know today I want to hug you."

"Huggle who?" Abela laughed bitterly.

If possible Abela also wants to be selfish. Was he the only one who was not allowed to do what he wanted to do? He wanted Armand to see him as himself. Not the body of his girlfriend. Is that a too difficult request?

"Arabela ..." call Armand again.

"Yes .." replied Abela softly, still looking down at the floor.

"If you can choose between the atmosphere or me ... In your answer to all that we will and ever do with mindfulness. What will you choose?" ask Armand.

Abela was silent, she smiled faintly. Armand's pupils still filled his gaze.

"What would you choose if I asked you the same question?" asked Abela defiantly.

Armand smiled confidently. He did not know the answer he gave sincerely from his heart or not. But he wanted to say it. At least once before this woman disappeared from her life.

"Because of you ... Because you're Arabela ...."

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