Bettor Mr. Nobles

Chapter 6

"Where is he now?" ask Naeva quickly.

"In the clothes room, M'mselle!"

"What's he doing there?" Naeva rushed towards the clothing room with an anxious heart. It seemed that he had to prepare an excuse so as not to have to leave his castle and refuse to come with the man.

"He's trying to wear his own shirt."

"the book? Where'd he get it?" Naeva stopped with a surprised face.

"Mere washed it last night. And the man immediately took it back as soon as he saw the shirt hanging outside."

Naeva patted her own jidat. Oh my God, why did he forget to ask Marc or Adam to get rid of that shirt?

Her small footsteps crept back towards the clothing room with her heart racing.

Once at the door, her beautiful bright brown eyes instantly grew. Staring at the dashing figure wearing noble clothes stood behind him.

Casanova's cruel figure that would take him away as a mistress seemed to incarnate in front of him.

Naeva felt her legs wobbly. His hands immediately held on to the edge of the door.

"Richard ..." call him in a quivering voice.

Abellard turned.

His face was flat and expressionless like last night and this morning. Her light brown hair is neatly combed and charming.

"Where are my other clothes?" ask the man.

Naeva was silent to hear it.

What exactly is the memory of this man not yet returned?

"Your clothes?" Naeva stutters.

Abellard looked at the girl confused.

"you? Why are you calling me that formal? Can't cousins use a familiar call?"

Naeva immediately breathed a restrained breath earlier with relief. Thankfully, the man did not remember anything.

"Yes, I .. I was wrong. Your clothes are in your own closet."

"I think it's a little damp and smelly." Abellard scrunched her nose. "I'll replace it with another." Abellard's long footsteps stepped towards him, precisely towards the door.

Naeva's eyelids twitch nervously as she stares at the handsome face of a prince in Abellard's approaching fairy tale. His heart suddenly fluttered without knowing why.

"Tu-wait!" intercept her. "I'll get that shirt over here. You just wait here" she asked.

The clothes Abellard had just bought had not been stored in the closet. The man can be confused to see his clothes are still in the grocery bag.

"Alright," Abellard noticed Naeva's nervous behavior with a puzzled frown. Why did his cousin seem nervous after returning home from the market? Did something happen?

Shortly after, Naeva returned. He handed Abellard a pair of simple clothes.

Abellard's forehead frowned again.

Slowly her hand moved to touch the clothes Naeva was thrusting. His fingers were as if they were permeating the fabric fibers from the clothes.

"This is my shirt?"

"Yes, here's your shirt."

"Why is it different from what I'm wearing right now?" abellard's hand moved to the clothes that wrapped his body, "this one is smooth" he said slowly.

Naeva swallowed her saliva with great difficulty.

"I-that's not really your shirt. That's my late father's shirt. My father's a noble, have you forgotten?" Naeva tries to make up excuses.

"Your father?" Abellard was silent for a moment. "Why size can fit me? I even felt very familiar with this shirt, "sighed Abellard, as if mumbling to herself.

"Have it, don't think too much. You haven't healed yet, don't force your brain to remember the heavy ones. Change that shirt now and give it to me, I'll keep it back."

Abellard nodded, still with a confused face. Naeva quickly leaves him so that the man does not ask again.

"Why can I stay with your family?" Abellard.

Naeva did not answer immediately because she had to think of every reasonable answer.

"Did I no longer have parents?" ask Abellard again.

The girl breathed a heavy sigh while looking over. "Yes, you're an only child who's been orphaned. You're also my only cousin. That's why my dad took you to live with."

"Lantas, why was it when I realized that the waiter said he was going to take me home?"

Raut Naeva paled immediately. He immediately looked away.

"You heard wrong. Marc said that we found you and brought you home. But you're saying you don't remember anything."

Abellard fell silent, her forehead seeming to be frowning deeply.

"Yes, it seems. Maybe because my head still hurts last night."

Naeva immediately stepped back. It felt like the spacious sitting room was suddenly hot with questions and domineering gazes from the man.The dark blue-colored Abellard's eyes always looked firm and sharp. Implies power and a strong personality.

But the man still followed Naeva's steps.

"Are they just servants in our house?" show it to Adam and Emma.

"They're already we consider family," Naeva briefed.

"Why not hire a lot of servants?" Abellard doesn't seem to care much about the family word Naeva says.

The girl sighed again. It seemed like Abellard had only forgotten her identity. While all the lives of his luxurious nobles used to remain mapped, because he has lived since birth into the world.

Naeva finally turned to face him. Then looked at that handsome face that looked innocent for not knowing anything with an annoyed look. Especially considering the words of the drunk man in the market earlier, that Abellard deliberately beat his father who was drunk, and took the opportunity to win a bet in the form of himself.

"Do you have hands?"

Abellard stared confusedly at the direction of her two hands.

"Yes, of course."

"If we have our hands and can do everything ourselves, why rely on others?"

Abellard. His face was like a child who had just learned something new.

Naeva enters the kitchen and approaches the stone table that extends on the side of the wall, where vegetables such as cabbage and carrots are placed Emma.

"You don't have to help me in the kitchen today, M'mselle. You're too tired from the market" prevent Emma from seeing her young lady pick up the veggies.

Naeva smile. "I'm not going to do it, Emma. We have a new energy starting today" he replied.

"You mean?" The short-haired old lady in white because of the gray hair mixed with blondes did not understand.

"Richard, he'll do it."

Naeva filled the vegetable into a wooden tray and brought it to Abellard's face with lips on a satisfied smile. This man must be taught the right life. Not being a powerful predator who likes to behave arbitrarily.

"Here, please cut into pieces now. We'll prepare lunch."

Abellard immediately stood up with her eyes glaring sharply. The soul of its ruler acts reflexively when it receives commands.

"Why?" challenge Naeva. "Is something wrong?"

Slowly the look in the eye weakened, then gnawed for a moment.

"N-no... I just don't know how to."

"I'll teach you. We'll do it both."

Slowly Abellard grabbed the kitchen knife in the tray and sat down in front of Naeva.

The girl showed me how. Then followed awkwardly by the famous noble man. Naeva watched him with smiling lips. If I'm not mistaken, this man just got the title of Count after his father died a month ago. (Count is a title for nobility equal to Earl/Prince, but the Count is a title for nobles outside the kingdom)

Naeva felt that she would be severely punished if others saw her commanding a count to do kitchen work.