Bettor Mr. Nobles

Chapter 62

Lady Angelia looked at herself in front of the mirror with a satisfied look. While his personal servant was busy tidying the bottom of the black dress he wore. The girl wore jewelry from a very shiny diamond around her neck and a white hairy hat on her head as well as white gloves.

"Get me my fan, I want to go out for a bit" he told the waiter. He does not want to overheat and make his fresh face sweat.

With a fan in hand, the girl stepped gracefully out of her room. Her current goal is to intimidate Naeva into becoming Count Abellard's dance partner.

His heart grumbled in annoyance, imagining that the rival girl even now occupied the Comte's beloved room. Ah, he was too dismissive of that poor girl from the village!

His hand moved to pull the doorknob of the room that was right next to Abellard's room. No need to knock, because he did not enter to be friendly with the residents.

But it turns out that the door was locked. The girl nodded. Then shake the door a few times. But there was still no sign that the door would be opened.

What is that poor woman doing inside? Couldn't anyone be with him? Lady Angelia's face grew curious. It is possible that in there the poor girl was with a man called her brother. Lady Angelia never believed they were really brothers, she was always convinced that there was something between them. The man named Marc seems to be harboring a taste.

With a suspicious look the girl rolled her eyes around. He plans to peek. Finding Mlle Gaulle's secret, means finding a loophole to take him down.

Through the keyhole, the girl squinted one eye and began to lurk.

How surprised he was to see the view inside. Lady Angelia jumped to her feet with a deathly pale face.

He just saw something strange. Confusing and surprising. The village girl was performing the usual worship of slaves from Morocco. Worship of the Muslims. How come? Wasn't Mlle Gaulle French?

Lady Angelia looked glared with bated breath. Then hurry back down to make sure.

He again saw the girl inside there prostrating on the floor with a sheet of cloth lining, while his entire body was covered in a white cloth that only showed his face.

It is not wrong, it is the worship of Muslims.

The look on Lady Angelia's face that was originally pale in shock suddenly turned full of vigor. This secret of Mlle Gaulle he discovered was even greater than an affair with a man. The poor girl could be blasphemed and even put to death if her worship was known to others.

A sneaky smile expands on the Lady's lips. This was truly a golden opportunity for him.

The girl then moved to the door next to her. The door was slightly opened, it seemed like someone was meeting the Count. His hand knocked slowly, but the person inside did not answer.

Lady Angelia looked inside and saw Abellard standing in front of the window in serious conversation with Mary. The window opened until a strong wind blew in and made a noise, perhaps because the Count did not hear the sound of his knock.

"Did the Countess allow it?" ask Maria.

"It has. Mere handed everything to me. I won't delay any more. After the dance, I will announce to all my relatives that Naeva is my future wife."

Lady Angelia is shocked. So this is Abellard's plan? To hold a dance to introduce the poor girl as a wife-to-be? Even the Countess has given her blessing? This he can't let! He came to this castle because of a proposal from the Countess and an arranged marriage that had been approved by both families. How could they now intend to introduce other women to their relatives?

The girl felt her chest tight, filled with emotions and humiliation.

"Alright then, Monsieur Count. I'll help Mlle Gaulle look dazzling tonight." Maria seemed to be moving out of her chair.

"She has always been a charm, Mary." praised Abellard, making Lady Angelia's heart ache.

But he quickly hid when Maria came out. Waiting behind the statue of the Goddess who stood towering not far from the door of Abellard's room. Mary then went into Naeva's room.

The girl took a deep breath and stepped inside Abellard's room without knocking on her door again. The handsome man looked surprised at his sudden arrival.

"Lady Angelia, what's the need to suddenly get in here? You don't even knock on the door just yet" Abellard protested with an unhappy look.

Lady Angelia was more and more heartbroken to see the reaction of the Count. This man should have welcomed her with a smile and a compliment. Because a Lady as beautiful as herself shouldn't be yelled at like that. It can even get the attention of any man in the world.

But with Abellard he couldn't dwell, he would accept whatever the man's treatment was for him.

"I don't have to knock, my dear. This room will soon also be my room" replied Lady Angelia with eyes staring at me and a soft tone of voice.

"What do you mean?!" abellard.

Lady Angelia looked at him slowly. The man looked handsome in a pitch-black tuxedo suit.

The girl then approached in a gaunt fashion and touched Abellard's shoulder, sniffing the scent of her perfume and exploring the sturdy body with her gaze. This is what made him fall in love. The perfect figure of Abellard. A figure that must have been deliberately created by God for a woman as perfect as herself.

Abellard immediately brushed off Lady Angelia's hand which slowly descended down her chest.

"Be polite, Lady!" loud jolt.

"Why do I keep my attitude in front of my future husband?" The girl's voice grew louder. He even tried to push his body against Abellard's arm.

"Get out of my room right now!" resounding.

Lady Angelia smiled obliquely. His heart ached, but was getting challenged. He must have this man soon!

"Are you sure, my dear? If you hadn't come out with me now, I probably wouldn't have been able to hold my mouth out to everyone that Mlle Gaulle, the guest you brought was a Muslim."

Abellard looked surprised. His eyes were so surprised. "What did you say?!" grumpy with teeth tightened.

Lady Angelia folded her hands together in front of her chest and looked at Abellard triumphantly. "Do you not know, my dear? Or you don't want anyone else to know?"

Abellard. How does this woman know about the Naeva religion?

Lady Angelia came back to Abellard. His lips smiled cunningly. "If you don't want others to know, then come out and dance with me" he said spoiled. But his gaze contained a threat that was not playful.

Abellard gulped her saliva with a pale face. It's really a tough problem. He will not let anyone know about the religion of Naeva. Extremely dangerous. People in this country are against Islam. Religion brought by slaves from the colonies. They will denounce Naeva as a sinner who betrayed their god.

Lady Angelia smiled happily at Abellard's expression. It seems that he had succeeded in taking control of the Count. "One more, my dear," the girl's hand touched Abellard's shoulder. "I want you to announce to all your relatives that I'm your future wife."

Abellard was completely silent. Don't know what to do now. But to reject the desire of Lady Angelia at this time is not the right choice. It can't be rash. Not a bit! He must protect Naeva.

Like an ox that had its nose cut, the man was forced to follow the Lady's wishes. Following in the footsteps of Lady Angelia who had held her hand towards the outside of the room.

Her eyes glanced towards the door of Naeva's room with a shattered feeling. He was supposed to head to the dance hall with Naeva.

The girl he loved would be very sad to see him with Lady Angelia.

Abellard's hands clenched. His arms tightened inside the woman's hand.

While the woman who walked beside him was smiling triumphantly. Then rested his head on the Comte's shoulder spoiled. "Look, sweetheart. We even wear the same colored clothes. Because we are destined to be together" he whispered beside Abellard's ear.

Guests immediately welcomed their arrival with praise. Flattering their compatibility to make Lady Angelia happy not overbearing. The goddess of fortune seemed to be starting to side with him now.

The Duke of Medwin and his wife immediately prided their daughter on the guests. Really they felt that the event was indeed held for them and their daughter. The countess must have respected them so much that she treated them this special. With his chest puffed up, the man from England behaved like an event owner.

Among the guests, Mme Aamber looked at her confused son. Just yesterday Abellard said she would defend her love for Mlle Gaulle. But why now Abellard even took Lady Angelia without having to be forced as usual?

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The friendly guests continued. Some relatives came to Abellard and invited the Count to a conversation.

Abellard is really uncomfortable. Her heart was agitated waiting for Naeva. Not to mention Lady Angelia kept on clinging to her side. Several times he tried to stay away, but the woman continued to follow, as if she would not release the item for a second.

Lady Angelia then took two glasses of drink from the tray the waiter brought and handed one to Abellard.

Abellard immediately brushed off with a violent face. Her heart bubbled like boiling water looking at the Lady's behavior. This woman really enjoyed her game.

"Dear, don't be stiff like that. You don't want me to get bored and accidentally talk about Mlle Gaulle to the guests, do you?" threaten the girl with a voice.

Abellard grunts. And snatched the glass violently.

The dance begins. Abellard stared anxiously at the entrance of the room. Naeva has not arrived. The girl may still be waiting for her invitation. Oh, my God .. Why is everything like this?

Lady Angelia grabs a drink from Abellard's hand that has not been drunk at all. "It's time for us to dance now, my dear" he said.

Abellard sighed agitatedly. The man did not even care about the Lady who was busy grabbing his hand and forcing her to hug.

Waltz music began to play with the sound of the violin that dominated. Abellard didn't go right. Until many times the treads of his shoes stepped on the feet of Lady Angelia.

The girl screeched, inviting the attention of several guests.

"Can't you really follow the beat? I want us to be the couple that everyone looks up to in amazement, not this kind of astonishment!" the Lady's protest was upset.

Abellard doesn't care. His eyes continued to focus towards the entrance. Until then the awaited ones appeared.

Naeva is so beautiful.

The girl was wearing her red-colored gown. Abellard accidentally bought a beautiful dress that was very interesting attention because she wanted Naeva to be the center of attention tonight. In order for all her relatives to know, her chosen girl was very charming. And his wish was achieved, the arrival of Naeva attracted the attention of everyone.