Husband's Regrets: An Unconsidered Wife

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Chapter 1

"40 minutes more ..." sighed an attractive girl with an agitated look.

His bright brown eyes with plump fur were incessantly staring at the wall clock. Hope the needle moves on the number 12 as soon as possible.

"That guy hasn't come yet, M'mselle (Miss). It doesn't seem to be tonight." A girl who was the same age as him sat down beside his chair wrapped in red velvet.

"Hopefully Anne, hopefully,." she replied expectantly.

He has breathed many times. Then rub the hands that feel frozen.

"Are you cold?" anne asked with a worried look. "I will add firewood to the fireplace" he continued, rushing to his feet.

"No, there's no need. I'm not cold. I just ... feel tense." forbid the yellowish-white young girl. Her delicate cheeks seemed to glow red in the warmth of the fireplace.

"Well, M'mselle."

Anne sat back down. His eyes are now staring at the wall clock. Hoping for the iron pendulum hanging below the numbers to sway and clang. So that her lady's fear will soon be over.

"Anne, as soon as the minute hand reaches 11, quickly prepare to close the gate with Marc."

"Well, I'll call my brother now" Anne replied. The girl immediately got up and hurried to the back.

The lady also got up. Then walked back and forth while fanning his neck with his hands.

His body now feels hot. Unaccustomed to the long, fluffy dress she was wearing today.

Were it not for this important night, he would rather wear simple clothes.

Her name is Naeva, Naeva de Gaulle. Girl of French nobility.

But his life was far from fancy. Naeva and her father are living a life of deprivation, and even now the 17-year-old girl has lost her right to herself.

His fate was so unfortunate, became a gambling bet the father who then lost terribly in his game.

Two weeks ago his father breathed his last, unable to resist regret. Now Naeva can only put her life on destiny and of course on the person who has won her in that bet.

I don't know what he'll be made of. Definitely not the wife or sister of the prospective owner. Because reportedly, the person who has earned the right to him is a noble who likes to play with women and easily be cruel to anyone.

Naeva doesn't know him. The man is from a far away town. He only knew the man's face from a black-and-white photograph shown by his father.

"Mademoiselle," a well-built man with blond hair came with Anne, then bowed to her respectfully.

Naeva looked quickly.

"It's eleven, Marc! Get ready to close the gate!" orders panicked. The tips of her fingers are getting cold and sore. Even the heart rate seems to run fast.

His heart continued to beg, hopefully .. hopefully they still had time to close the gate before the invitation came.

Dor's!

The sound of gunfire was heard in the middle of the night.

The girl flinched. His heart rate that was going through, instantly stopped beating.

"What's that sound?" tense hissing.

Naeva knew exactly the sound of the weapon, but she was confused because there had never been the sound of weapons around her residence.

Their old castle was near a large forest. Many hunters come, but no one has ever used a firearm just to shoot a game, because the price of bullets is more expensive than the animals they get.

Without a second thought, Naeva lifted her long dress and ran towards the entrance.

Under the light of the full moon, the girl could see Anne cowering under the walls of the fort, while Marc tried to close the gate by himself.

The legs that opened up to the calf then swung rapidly towards the gate. He wanted to help Marc. There's gotta be something out there, so Anne's cowering in fear.

The cold air of midnight instantly welcomed her delicate skin. Naeva doesn't care, she's not a spoiled girl who's afraid of the cold.

However, just half the distance it occupied, suddenly from the outside appeared someone with a terrible look. No, not as horrible as a monster. But more like a monster victim.

His face was covered in blood, as well as his clothes.

The man ran limping towards him.

Naeva's steps stopped immediately. Her beautiful eyes seemed rounded in shock. His feet seemed to be fixated on that green grassy ground.

Naeva's body is completely petrified. Like seeing a ghost who was about to pounce, he could not move nor was he able to scream.

Meanwhile, Marc was still busy closing the gate and setting up his wooden crossbar without seeing anyone had entered the castle grounds.

No need to wait for long, the bloody face was getting closer to Naeva. Afraid, the girl closed her eyes tightly.

"Oh my God, help me .. help me ...." Only his heart could cry out for help.

With his eyes closed, he could hear the screaming sounds out there.

"Quick!! Catch that man now! Don't let him get away!!!"

"Maybe he's going inside this castle, let's go look inside!"

"Can't! It's twelve o'clock tonight. The owner of this castle will definitely not open the gate again! Looks like he escaped into the woods. Quickly move! Don't just guess!"

Naeva held her breath.

Confused and frightened, what really happened?

The sound of people falling down sounded right in front of his feet.

Naeva did not dare to open her eyes. His nose could smell the fishy smell of blood. He was really scared. Though Naeva was not a timid girl, but seeing a bloodied figure move quickly before the face, who would not be frightened??

"M'mselle! You all right?"

Marc's voice sounded worried nearby.

Slowly Naeva opened her eyes. Marc's handsome stern looked anxiously at him.

Netra bright brown Naeva then glanced down. Yes, that figure had fallen right at the end of his foot.

Suddenly Naeva's bare feet were drawn backwards.

"Who is he?" the panic.

"I don't know either, M'mselle. I'm sorry I didn't see him come in."

Naeva watched the poor figure for a moment. The conditions are so awful.

"You better go inside, let me take care of this" Marc said. "Anne quickly accompany M'mselle in!" his orders to his sister who was still cowering in fear.

"Waiting Marc. Try checking his breath. Is this guy still alive?"

"Well, M'mselle." Marc crouched down beside the body, then placed his index finger in front of the bloodied nose.

"Still, M'mselle!"

"Thank God... Bring the man inside. Hopefully we can still help him!" naeva's orders. His caring soul instantly appeared as usual, the girl could not ignore the person who needed help.

"But M'mselle, this guy is definitely not a good person. He seemed to be being chased by a group of people who wanted to kill him," Anne interrupted who approached with a pale face.

"That's business later. We will only help until her life is no longer threatened" Naeva said.

"Well, M'mselle!" replied Marc spryly. He never refused the wishes of his master. Her lady is very smart and always takes the right action. After all, she will be ready to be a shield as well as a weapon for Miss Naeva.

***

"What is this?!" panicking an old man, seeing Marc carrying someone covered in blood.

"There's a wounded man, Pere (Father). We should call the healer right away!" marc answered with a breath of breath that held the weight of the body that was clearly higher and straighter than his body.

"What's? Did you ask M'mselle's permission first?"

"It was Adam, I asked Marc to bring him in" replied Naeva who had just appeared from the outside.

Naeva knew that such a wound should be dealt by the Doctor from the city, but she had no money to call a Doctor.

"Well, M'mselle" Adam replied.

The old man immediately rushed into the back room. "Emma! Get ready! We'll call the healer!" adam shouted while looking for his wife in the kitchen.

Anne quickly took warm water and alcohol.

Naeva was silent for a moment, staring bitterly at the four people she loved so much that were busy doing her orders.

"Oh my God ...." Naeva was sad.

He really did not want to be separated from them, the people who had accompanied him since childhood.

After his mother died, his father literally slumped and spent every second of his life at the gambling table. It was his servant's family who had always been faithful to accompany him. Though the longer their salary is getting reduced because all the savings almost spent by his father to gamble, but the family of Adam Pomeroy never complained.

Naeva immediately rubbed her eyes which started to dew. If Emma saw him, the gentle-hearted old lady would definitely cry.

At least he can breathe a sigh tonight. Although his heart still worried about tomorrow, if the prospective owner really came.

"What's up, M'mselle?" marc asked who saw Naeva's worried face.

"Ah, that's okay," the girl replied as she rushed over to Anne who was carrying a large bucket of warm water.

"Let me take it and clean the wound." Naeva's hand reached for her bucket.

"But, it's heavy, M'mselle?" reject Anne can't bear.

"What's wrong, I can."

Naeva immediately wet a piece of cloth, and squeezed out the water. But as soon as his hands extended towards that bloody face, his movements came to a halt.

Horrifically. It looks like the blood is coming out of the head.

Naeva's throat seemed choked to see it.

Slowly his hands washed that face. Little by little, the color of his skin began to appear. Very smooth and well-groomed skin for a man.

After trying hard, finally the man's face was completely clean.

Illuminated by the candle flame winding in the wind, Naeva watched the face for a moment. Handsome ... very handsome. That was the first word that Naeva thought.

But then, Naeva's amazed look suddenly turned startled. He was really surprised. Until his body stood up.

His face instantly paled with eyes staring in fear at the man who was still lying unconscious before him.

That face ... he knew her very well!!

How not? Half an hour ago he had just been staring at that face in a piece of nonstop black and white photo.

He was Count of Abellard Marseille. The current owner of Naeva de Gaulle!