Bettor Mr. Nobles

Chapter 11

BUKS!

Naeva's feet tripped. His body was thrown firmly into the abyss.

The girl had not yet realized her position which was in the mouth of death. His body seemed to be floating rapidly.

"M'mmhlee!!" He heard Marc screaming nearby.

Up to a second later, a stranglehold he felt caught his body. Hugged tightly and protected his head. Naeva could only smell the mint scent of the strapping body that was holding her.

Naeva closed her eyes. He felt his body rolling on the hard slope of the ground. Sometimes there was a medium-sized stone propping up under his back. Makes his back hurt amazingly.

Naeva had no idea how long she had rolled and how far.

Until then...

BUKS!

His ears caught a loud clashing sound above his head. And his body stopped rolling.

Slowly Naeva opened her eyes. And look at that chest field in front of his face.

The girl gasped at the clothes of the person who saved her. That's .. Abellard's shirt.

Naeva immediately looked up, looking for a handsome face that always made her opiate to look at. But Abellard's eyes were closed. The man did not move at all.

Naeva's heart was momentarily alarmed. Let alone the impact sound earlier was the sound of the impact of Abellard's head with a large rock holding their bodies down to the bottom of the abyss.

"Richard.." panicked as he shook Abellard's broad shoulders.

But the man did not open his eyes at all.

With an unusually anxious heart, Naeva examined the breath from Abellard's nose with her index finger. Thankfully, Abellard is alive. He could not imagine if his index finger did not feel the warm breath.

Naeva's hand then groped to the back of Abellard's thick-haired head.

He felt his fingers wet. His heart beat was racing because of the fear that whack. Naeva pulled back her hand.

And he saw that his palms had been stained with blood.

"No! Richard's! Please open your eyes! I-I don't want you to do anything..." Naeva again shook Abellard's shoulder in panic. "You can't do anything!" she cried out with a cry that was about to break.

His heart is so sick. Never did he feel the fear of losing someone like the fear that is afflicting him at this time.

"M'm!!!" Marc shouted from up there.

Naeva doesn't remember to answer. All he had in mind right now was to help Abellard first. Don't let Abellard lose a lot of blood from her wounded head.

The girl immediately tore the skirt from her dress which had been torn in some parts due to being attracted to the thorny bush.

Deftly, Naeva tied Abellard's head. Naeva had no idea how deep the man's wounds were, she was just trying to close the wound so that it would no longer bleed.

"Ma Cooker!!!" This time Edward's voice was heard shouting to him.

Naeva.

"Yes! We're here!" answer with a scream.

"Thank God! You're okay, aren't you?"

"Yes, I'm fine! But Richard fainted, his head hit a rock!!"

"Yes, God! Have patience with Ma Coeur! Monsieur Marc is picking up a rope to help you!!" shouted Edward.

Naeva turned to Abellard. He was eager to put the man's head on his lap, but he was afraid to make the wound he had closed open again because of friction.

"Why did you save me?" whispers lirih.

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Naeva realized that she could not stay away from Abellard. He wanted to stay by that man's side. And if he could he would have to bear that wound for Abellard to open her eyes.

But then, the healer forced him to leave Abellard to be dealt with immediately.

"Sit M'mselle, Monsieur Richard will be fine," softly Adam's voice comforted him.

All the inhabitants of Wisteria Castle gathered in the sitting room with anxious looks.

During the rescue, Abellard was carried by Marc. It was later drawn by Edward, Adam, Emma and Anne. They were completely overwhelmed when pulling it. Sometimes Marc tries to climb up on his own little by little.

Naeva was completely moved given the compactness of her extended family. Families are not gathered because of the blood equation. But it has more ties than the real family has.

"Thank you for your help to me and Richard" said Naeva.

"You don't have to thank me, M'mselle... It is indeed the demands of our own hearts that cannot possibly leave family members in danger" Adam replied.

"Your life is more important than our own. That's how we feel, M'mselle." said Emma who returned to tears. The old woman since in the forest did not stop crying knowing the accident experienced by the Miss whom she had cared for since childhood.

"But M'mselle... What if Monsieur's memory comes back?" cetus Anne suddenly.

"Ma Fille!" reprimand Emma to her daughter who is insensitive to this state of mourning.

Anne immediately looked down with a feeling of guilt.

"Pardon Ma Mere... That's what I heard about the man who lost his memory when his head hit back," he said softly.

Naeva was silent. His heart was now more afraid of Abellard for why than Abellard for his memory.

A thousand prayers kept on pouring in his heart. Prayers that his mother used to pray when he was sick first. So often her mother said that prayer that Naeva could memorize every word until now.

Allhumma rabban nasi, adzhibil ba’sa. Ishefis. Antas. La syafiya illa anta syifa’an la yughadiru saqaman.

That is, “My Lord, God of men, eliminate disease. Give healing because you are a healer. No one can cure a disease except you with a healing that leaves no pain,”

Half an hour later.

The physician came out with a relieved face. Make all those who wait, impatient to hear Abellard's word from her mouth.

"Monsieur Richard just came to his senses. The injury is not too bad. But his head hit hard. If later Monsieur complains of dizziness, or there is a problem with his memory, you can call me back, M'mselle..."

"Well Monsieur, we are very grateful for your help" Naeva replied as she handed over the money for the man's services.

"Thank you M'mselle, it's my duty."

After the healer left, Naeva immediately went into Abellard's room to check on her. While others wait outside.

The man fell asleep with his eyes closed. Naeva looked at him with a frowning forehead, didn't the healer say Abellard was dead?

The girl then took a long breath. It seems that Abellard's condition was too weak due to a lot of blood loss, until now she was asleep.

Naeva closed the door slowly. Then approach with slow steps.

He then stood beside the carved iron bed his father had once occupied. Staring fixedly at that pale looking handsome face.

Abellard has very clean skin. His eyebrows are thick dark brown with a firm shape like the wings of an eagle. His nose is pointed with straight bones and the size is right for his face. Her lips are not thin, but they are not too thick either. Lips formed with perfect curves.

Naeva felt her face hot as she stared at those lips. He quickly raised his head and turned towards the window.

"I want to thank you for your help. I also want to apologize for my unfriendly attitude so far," he said sincerely.

His heart felt completely guilty, given how determined Abellard was to jump into the abyss to save herself. Hugged him tightly to protect without concern for his own safety. The sacrifice of the man had made his hatred disappear, like water evaporating into the air and disappearing without a trace.

"Do you promise to be nice to me from now on?"

"Yes, I will always be kind." answered Naeva spontaneously without realizing the person she thought was sleeping was just pretending to close her eyes.

Naeva immediately turned her head with eyes glaring at the man lying before her. His face instantly flushed with a whack of shame. He did not intend to apologize directly. Naeva only plans to show her remorse by changing her attitude towards Abellard. He said he was sorry to think Abellard was sleeping.

"Why are you glaring at me? Are you not satisfied looking at my face? Or maybe you just noticed my open chest?" god Abellard while pretending to quickly cover her chest with a blanket.

"You pissed me off again, don't blame me for coming back. Aren't you ashamed to tease your own cousin like that?" Omel Naeva with a sullen look.

Abellard noticed it in such a way. His eyes seemed to speak that he was very fond of whatever attitude Naeva had in front of him.

"But to me, you're a woman. Truly just a woman," Her heavy voice sighed in a deep tone.