Bettor Mr. Nobles

Chapter 27

"Will anyone sleep in this room?" naeva asked as she came down from her room and saw a servant bringing things into the lower room.

"I don't know M'mselle, but all this stuff from Monsieur Comte's room."

Naeva was stunned to hear it. Then he unconsciously smiled. A smile that is engraved because of a flowery heart.

The girl then heard the sound of footsteps of someone who came. His heart immediately beat. That must be Abellard.

But her beautiful face turned disappointed when she saw that the one who came was a female servant.

"M'mselle, you awaited Monsieur Comte in the sitting room."

"In the sitting room?" naeva asked worriedly, how could she meet Abellard in the sitting room while the Countess forbade her from entering the front of the castle.

"Yes, M'mselle."

Naeva was silent in worry. His hands seemed to be squeezing each other.

Eager to meet Abellard, but afraid the Countess saw him and considered herself an ungrateful guest.

Naeva took a deep breath. He'll be in for the last time. Abellard did not know about the Countess' ban. This is his chance to tell, so that the man no longer invites to meet in the castle.

His feet stepped anxiously into the magnificent building through the back door, hoping not to meet the Countess. Passing through the female servants who were working. And a golden ornate corridor with large paintings on both sides.

Behind the backrest of a sitting-room sofa made of black velvet with a carved and gold-plated steel frame, Naeva saw Abellard sitting with someone else.

The girl frowned confused, why did Abellard invite her to meet while receiving guests?

But his steps immediately stopped when he found out who the guest was.

"Oh, Mlle Gaulle! It's so good to see you again." Alfred stood up to greet her with a smile.

Naeva smiled rattlingly while bowing her body. "It's nice to see you too" he said politely. Then glanced at Abellard and Angelina who were sitting side by side.

The girl who was betrothed to Abellard was very beautiful. With a dark blue dress, and a diamond necklace coiled around her neckline. Like fairies.

They're very compatible. It seemed that there would be no one to denounce their perfection while side by side like that.

Suddenly Naeva felt her throat dry. The girl tried to swallow her saliva with great difficulty.

"Come, please sit down!" Alfred approached him and reached out.

Naeva bowed her body again. "Thank you, Monsieur. But I can't sit for long. I just fulfill the call ... Monsieur Comte," asserted the girl. It still feels awkward to call Abellard by her title.

Alfred pulled back his hand which Naeva did not welcome, with a meaningful smile. The girl in front of him was getting more attractive. Like pigeons, docile but not easy to catch.

"It was not Monsieur Comte who called you, but me. Therefore sit down for a while, I just want to have a conversation with you."

Naeva raised her face in surprise. Alfred called? Wh-wh-what for?

"Let's sit next to me" the man called back while patting the empty part of the long sofa.

Naeva glanced at Abellard on the opposite sofa. The man was looking at her. With eyes that imply a smile and warmth. As if to say, 'come here, sit beside me'.

But the look in Angelia's eyes was so cynical and looked at Naeva with the tip of her eye.

Naeva squeezed her hand again. Just a little misbehaving, the Lady could be suspicious.

As soon as Abellard was about to stand up to her, Naeva hurriedly turned around and stepped onto the sofa Alfred occupied.

He did not want to make the atmosphere awkward if Abellard showed too much jealousy.

At this time Naeva felt she still had the right to love Abellard, so she did not want things to go awry and the Countess to expel her.

Alfred smiled happily to see Naeva obeying his will. Abellard looked at him disappointed. Naeva could only bow, hoping Abellard understood his current attitude.

"You're not wearing your brooch?" alfred asked as he watched Naeva from head to toe. Not with a naughty look, but still make Naeva uncomfortable.

"I ...."

"Brooch?" Abellard immediately interrupted with a sharp tone.

"Yes, last night I presented him to Mlle Gaulle as a sign of our first meeting" Alfred replied casually. Not at all affected by Abellard's hostile attitude.

"It! Take back!"

Alfred was surprised, his eyes glared to see his Brooch dumped by Abellard. Naeva could even see Alfred's jaw, which was resolutely shaped, looking hardened.

"Monsieur Comte, why are you so hostile toward Alfred?" The beautiful girl beside Abellard exclaimed in tension.

Abellard didn't answer. He seemed to challenge Alfred with his gaze.

Alfred was no longer relaxed, his eyes returned the gaze of Abellard no less defiant.

"Why can this brooch be on you?!" Alfred's voice sounded growling.

Seeing the tension, Naeva felt unable to stay still. He also immediately rose.

"Sorry, Monsieur. This brooch probably fell without me noticing and Monsieur Comte found it. But I can't accept this precious thing."

Alfred turned and looked at Naeva fixedly.

"Why?" ask the man full of questions.

Naeva swallowed her saliva with great difficulty. "Because .. we just met. It seems, it is not good to receive valuables from a newly known person."

Alfred was silent for a moment, then his lips smiled.

"Alright, I'll prepare a better gift than this, because after this we'll meet often."

Abellard clenched her hand at Alfred's words.

"Thank you for your good intentions. I'm sorry, I have to go back," Naeva bowed her body, then rushed out of the sitting room.

"You're wasting your time getting close to that woman, Alfred!" reprimand Angelia.

"Wasting time? I don't think so" refuted Alfred.

"What is not? I'll be getting married soon," Angelia glanced at Abellard with a soft glance as she said so. "You should also immediately find the right woman for you to marry."

Alfred smiled.

"I found it."

Angelia stood up to hear her brother's answer. His eyes glared and said sharply, "never think of making that poor woman your companion, Alfred! I wonder why you like it. You've been dating a lot of women who are prettier than that!"

Alfred leaned back and stretched his hands over the back of the sofa.

"Just because of that, I've never found anything as interesting and innocent as this. If it's another matter of beauty and satisfaction, I can still get it even though I'm married."

Abellard suddenly got up.

His long legs jumped over the guest table. Then his stocky hand stretched out to grip the collar of Alfred's shirt.

Her face reddened, her charming lips were now hissing full of anger.

"You don't deserve to go near Naeva, let alone get her. Never dream of that!"

Alfred's aghast. Didn't expect Abellard to be so angry. He had indeed suspected that there was a hidden connection between the Count and his beautiful guest.

The man smiled a cynical smile. Stories like this are getting interesting to him. His soul was challenged to get Naeva de Gaulle.

"Why not? I am the son of the Duke of Medwin. Any woman will fight to be my wife" Alfred replied without letting go of Abellard's hand clutching his collar.

"But not Naeva! I won't let you!"

Alfred laughed cynically. "You're so funny, Monsieur Comte. You're scared like the man her lover would take," the man said. "I know you owe him. But take it easy, I'll make her happy."

"Alfred! A woman like that can't be a member of our family!" sela Angelia is upset. Then turned to look at Abellard and said in a tone made soft. "Monsieur Comte, I don't think that woman deserves to be here. He's just gonna mess with Alfred's mind. And the Countess doesn't seem to like it either."

Abellard took off Alfred's shirt collar violently.

"You don't deserve to be here!" resounding. Then he turned around to leave the room.