Bettor Mr. Nobles

Chapter 54

Chapter 54

Naeva rushed down from Abellard's luxurious bed and stepped away without saying anything.

Pace ....

His hand was gently reached by the Count.

"I'm sorry ..." whispered the man.

"Make what? You still don't trust me" Naeva replied without looking.

"I believe. I heard it all last night when you were hallucinating."

Naeva turned, "hallucinations?" his face looks confused.

"Yes, Alfred mixed the drink he gave you last night with the potion that made you hallucinate."

"really? Make what?" Naeva asked innocently.

"Because he's mean to you. Never mind, don't ask that again. What matters now is that he's getting out of here." Abellard drew Naeva's hand slowly, "sit down ..." she asked softly.

Naeva according. He sat back on the edge of the bed. Abellard sat in the chair opposite her.

Abellard looked at him in the shade, then took a deep breath. "I'm ... really sorry, Naeva. I just found out that you were so scared when I was going to pick you up. I just think about my feelings. I feel that I am the only one who truly loves you sincerely even I struggle with death to pick you up and declare my love for you. After remembering all that, I became hurt because you lied. But now that I understand Naeva, you're also forced to lie because of circumstances, and you don't know at all about my love."

Naeva. "You fell in love with me before we met?"

Abellard lowered her head while scratching her non-itchy nape. Her charming lips seemed to be smiling shyly. Naeva felt her heart beating fast, Abellard looked so sweet as she blushed like that. Especially if you remember the count who respected all those people are currently being shy cats against him.

"I ... have been in love with you ever since I saw your picture your father gave you back at that time."

Naeva was stunned, not expecting the Count Abellard Marseille who initially thought he would invite her to be a slave, apparently even wanted to make her a wife. And one more thing that made Naeva speechless, the Comte had fallen in love just by looking at her picture.

"It may sound absurd, but that's the truth. I fell in love for the first time, and my love fell at first sight."

"But .. I'm just a betting girl" Naeva said with a look of disbelief. There is no way it feels like a popular Count who can get whichever dignified girl he wants, but instead falls in love with a girl who is into gambling betting?

"I never bet on a girl. I approached your father's desk only to help a poor girl who didn't know she was being fought over by greedy and depraved nobles at the table. But who would have thought it was me who became the evil noble that the girl feared?" Abellard smiled slanted while sighing.

Naeva listened to Abellard's explanation with a heart of amazement. It turns out that they have both misunderstood. The difference is, Abellard is very easy to get angry and accuse him of a no-no. The man did not believe that he really loved sincerely, not because Abellard was a noble. But Abellard only believed after he explained in an unconscious state. Given that, Naeva's frustration reappeared.

The girl slowly got down from the side of the bed, and stepped into the door of the room without saying anything.

Abellard looked at him confused, why did Naeva suddenly not react anymore and instead walked out as if she was not talking to him?

"Naeva?" call him. "Where are you going?"

"Get out" he answered briefly.

"But we're talking."

Naeva stopped her steps. "There's nothing more to talk about" he said.

Abellard immediately got up and walked over.

"You still mad at me?"

"Yes" answered Naeva without looking.

"But I've apologized ...."

"It's not enough to just apologize. That's what you do a lot."

Abellard looked at Naeva's stiff and unfriendly face with an anxious heart. "Then, what should I do?"

"You have to reduce your ego, try to listen to others and don't make decisions without thinking first" he replied. Then rushed out of the room and Abellard was still standing rigidly in place.

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After changing her clothes Naeva decided to clean the withered flowers from the glass vase filled with water that Abellard gave her the other day.

Tok

The door to his room was knocked.

Naeva put the flower stalk back in her hand into the vase and stepped to the door.

As soon as the door opened, he saw the servant girls, numbering about 10, clustered in front of his bedroom door. There were also some senior servants who had grown up. Everyone was awkward and timid when Naeva opened the door.

"Good morning, M'mselle. I'm sorry if we're interrupting," said they.

"Good morning everyone. Is ... Is there anything I can help you with?"

"We would like to invite you to attend our little event," one of the senior servants replied with an awkward expression.

Naeva immediately rounded her eyes with an interested look. "Events? What show?"

Seeing Naeva's reaction, everyone was immediately excited. "The birthday ceremony of one of our seniors," replied the young one with a big smile.

"Yes, we usually give a small surprise for the birthday," said the others were not less excited.

"So we hope you might want to enjoy the show with us" said another with a look of hope.

Naeva felt her heart filled with the novelty of seeing the attitude of the servants who turned warm to her.

"Of course I want, what time is the show?"

"Around noon, because now we're still preparing for it."

"Oh .. Can I join in too?"

The servants looked at each other at Naeva's question. The girl a Count loved asked to join them? Everyone smiled happily.

"Of course you can if you're pleased, M'mselle. But ... we are very messed up if it's a scene like this ..." replied one person with a shy smile.

Naeva laughed softly hearing that. "It's okay, it's going to be really exciting" he said.

"Well, then, you want to come with us now?"

"Yes, I'm coming now" Naeva said.

Then he rushed out and closed the door to his room. The morning was really fun today. He had never hung out with girls his age other than Anne. Especially having fun like this. Since long ago his friends were only people in the market and farmers who were gardening near his castle.

Everyone seems busy in the kitchen. Some are washing the fruit, some are mending the cake. While the others were pulling large sacks filled with wheat.

"It's too heavy. We should call the bodyguards to help, " complained one of the maids.

But once they saw Naeva coming with the servants who went to invite her, they simultaneously stopped the activities they were doing. All seemed confused, did the waiter in charge of inviting Mlle Gaulle mislead the time?

"Mlle Gaulle wants to join us in preparing for the show." One of the servants explained to his friends.

Everyone in the kitchen immediately smiled with relief and joy.

Amily, who was carrying two baskets of fruit in her right and left hands, quickly approached Naeva with excitement. The girl's eyes stared in admiration. Mlle Gaulle always surprises with all her kindness. And Amily will always idolize and make her a role model.

"What can I help you with?" ask Naeva to Amily. "What if I help you wash the fruit?"

"This fruit has been washed, M'mselle. I'll take him to the dining room. If you want, we can take him along."

Naeva thought for a moment. The countess did forbid him to enter the castle, but he was with the servants at the moment, it was fine to enter for a while. Like last night he was a guest for coming with Lord Alfred, the Countess did not expel him from there either.

"I want to, come on!" encourage her to get a basket of fruit from Amily's hand.

The two then walked towards the dining room while having a conversation full of excitement. The atmosphere when preparing a party really feels.

Buk up!

Suddenly Naeva's shoulder hit someone who came out of a room.

The girl immediately looked over. That person turned out to be Abellard. The man looked at her in the shade.

Naeva immediately threw away her face and walked away.

"Wait Naeva!" call Abellard. Then he looked at Amily. "I want to talk to Naeva together for a while" she gestured, for Amily to leave them both.

"Alright Monsieur," Amily nodded respectfully and stepped first into the dining room.

"Naeva, what should I do to get your apology?" lirih Abellard after Amily left.

"Nothing!" ketus Naeva's. Then he turned to chase after Amily. But then his steps stopped when he remembered something. He turned and looked at the count. "Don't I say I want you to change? If you really want to apologize, you can make that change from now on."

Abellard came closer. "I'll do it! Whatever it is!" his determination is full of spirit.

Naeva held a smile remembering her idea. Now the maids would no longer have to wait for the bodyguards to lift heavy things, for the Count himself would have helped.

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