Life Becomes Duke's Beloved
Love

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Abela did not know what she was saying according to how she felt or not. No words could explain what he felt other than that word. Abela doesn't know since when. He only knew how to deny it on the grounds that what he felt was the memory of the body of the woman he possessed.

But this time it's different. Since Armand started calling his real name while they were alone. Ever since Abela thought of Armand seeing her as his real self. Not the woman who owns this body. Although still, the fact that Armand loves Abela more than the real one can not be denied.

Abela was still looking at the unmoved Armand. He still looked at Abela in silence. Abela wanted to know what Armand was thinking right now. Even if it is rejection. Abela doesn't mind.

While Armand, his eyes were busy looking for honesty. This woman said all this honestly. Or was it all encouraged because they had to get married in two days?

Armand didn't get off his horse. He hasn't said anything yet. What Abela said was too shocking for her. His heart is pounding. Armand smiled faintly trying to calm himself down.

"What are you saying in front of your servants, baby," said Armand.

Abela did not realize that she was a spectacle waitress in her mansion. The girls who were his servants looked very enthusiastic. Their faces are red. Some try not to be too visible eavesdropping.

Armand finally jumped off his horse, he grabbed Abela's hand and carried her behind a tree. Trying to hide from many curious eyes.

"Thus ... What did you just say?" ask Armand.

The way she asked was very clearly tempting to Abela. Abela could not possibly repeat her declaration of love. And Armand knows it. Armand smiled obliquely seeing the red hue already filling Abela's face again.

"Arabela ..." whispered Armand.

"You know .. for me, it's not easy to say that" Abela replied softly.

"Allah ... I'm not gonna force you to say it again, it's just ...." Armand stroked one side of Abela's face and brought a pinch of her hair for her to slip behind her already redder female ears than hibiscus flowers.

"What prompted you to say that?" ask Armand raucous.

He was curious but somehow did not want to hear the answer. He wanted to know, but hesitated to know the truth.

"I just ... Feel like I have to say it just once before ...." Abela did not continue her words. Armand must have known what he was going to say.

Armand had expected it, he swallowed his bitter-tasting saliva. Slowly his gaze became as sad as Abela's. Armand understood that feeling. When he felt the need to reveal something before it was too late.

"I've guessed I don't want to know the answer" muttered Armand softly.

Abela raised her eyebrows, astonished at what was on Armand's mind.

"I'm sorry, but .. you asked ...." Armand laughed before Abela managed to finish her words. It made Abela feel even more confused.

"You're right. I have been so lately. Want to know, but don't want to hear the answer."

Armand's ambiguous words made Abela shake her head. What is this guy trying to say.

"So, what do you really want?" abela asked trying not to sound upset.

"You must understand Arabela, this is because I know you'll remember me over and over again for something I don't want to hear."

Abela gulped her saliva, she did not know to be happy or sad to hear that.

"Is it that bad?" ask Abela slowly.

"Yes. It hurts my heart sometimes .." replied Armand softly.

Armand retreated his body to put some distance between them. To see Abela's face more clearly. The woman looked beautiful in the afternoon sunlight.

Armand wanted to compliment her pretty. But he knew, that compliment would only make Abela sad. So he just stared into the woman's blue eyes.

"I want to grant whatever you want, before your goal is achieved" Armand said sincerely.

"You're going to keep your promise to look after Orlando and Bastian, right?" ask Abela. His eyes look so sad.

"That's not your wish, it's my duty. So think of your wish, unless it's dead of course."

"Why should that be an exception?" abela asked with laughter.

"That's your goal, not your wish" replied Armand flatly.

Abela closed her mouth and laughed softly.

"Go back to the palace, the King must be waiting for you" Abela said at last.

"Your bridal clothes are coming tomorrow." Armand grabbed Abela tagi's hand and linked their fingers.

"I know, the servants in this house are very enthusiastic. So they kept reminding me of that," Abela said with a light sigh.

Armand and Abela walked hand in hand to where Armand's horse was. Abela hesitated a little as she let go of that hand. But she had to, so reluctantly Abela separated their fingers. Armand didn't fight either.

Armand got on his horse and prepared to leave. He turned to Abela for the last time.

"Until we meet in two days" muttered Armand.

Abela nodded and waved as Armand pulled his horse saddle.

Abela was still staring at Armand until his horse came out of the gate of his house. Two more days, for some reason Abela was worried. Bad feelings caught up with him. Abela hoped nothing bad happened.

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In a room that was quite dark, there was the sound of a woman screaming. Not a painful cry but an uncontrollable angry shout. The glow of the fluorescent candle makes the dark room have a little light.

"You must be patient, Your Majesty," said a man in black robes.

"Until when !" yelled at the woman again.

"He's another day, Duke Armand is getting married, we're going to use that time to steal your real body" the robed man said.

"Wedding did you say?" ask the woman not to believe.

"You guys are too long ... How long will I be in this body?" The woman screamed again.

"If only your majesty could read the memory of that body ...."

"You don't think I tried it !" the woman walked towards the black-robed man who said that.

The woman pulled the front of the man's robe, one hand raised. The dark light made a circular pattern on top of his palm.

"Your highness ..." sizzled the cloaked man.

The summoned woman who started it, raised her hand and began to suppress the dark light that had accumulated in her palm. The sound of cries of pain was deafening, as the screams of several people in the same robe entered the dark room.

"Your majesty ..." shrewdly one of those who had just entered.

"He's useless" said the woman. He then saw the image of his face in the mirror placed on top of the candle. Half his face was rotting, like it was melting.

The woman yelled again, "I told you to destroy all the mirrors here !"

And the lady called by her majesty began to smash the entire room with anger piling up on her chest. He hated having to be in this body for too long. If he could repeat the time, he would not hesitate to kill Abela and get inside her body.

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