A Game Of Chess With A Vampire
Chapter 109: Take Your Hands Off, Adam!

Chapter 109: Take Your Hands Off, Adam!

Valentine rolled his eyes, slightly displeased.

"You are the second person to say that to me today. Am I really obnoxious?"

Olive was silent for a few seconds before the clearing of his throat could be heard from the other side.

[Eh...not exactly. But you are, sometimes. I do not like calls, I only take important ones]

Valentine nodded his head. "I see, I see."

"Do you mind marking mine as important?" he asked.

[Huh? Why would I do that?]

"Because you are my only friend," Valentine replied.

[Valentine, why are you making this sound like I am responsible for you now? And besides, I never even said we were friends, you are the one who keeps—]

"Olive, we are friends." Valentine interrupted him. "I’d like to talk to you a lot, so please be sure to mark mine as important, okay? I will call you a lot, keep that in mind," he said.

Olive did not respond. Maybe he was at a loss for words.

"Bye-bye, now." The smile on Valentine’s face was broadening.

[uh...okay. Um...bye]

Valentine hung up the call. He walked over to the bed and plopped into it. His gaze was fixed on the white ceiling. He couldn’t help but let out a cynical breath.

"Should I maybe try...a brothel one more time?" He knew he needed to get over his tuma. Ignoring it like it wasn’t a problem was not the best choice.

To be honest, he did not like the idea of being a bachelor one bit. This world was too cruel to be lonely in it.

Valentine covered his face with his palms and groaned in annoyance.

Man up, Valentine! He yelled at himself and propped himself up from the bed.

He grabbed his coat and left the room while wearing it.

"Young master, where are we going?" His butler, Adam, who had hurried after him, asked.

He was a man with a slightly older face than Valentine, even though he was younger than Valentine. He was also a ginger head and had light hazel eyes. His tousled, curly hair stopped just at shoulder length, with the bottom braided in one piece. In terms of stature, Valentine was way too slender compared to him.

Each of the princes was given a butler of their own choice—someone whom they had the utmost trust in.

"To a brothel," Valentine responded.

Adam was surprised. He knew of Valentine’s trauma and was more than aware that the last place Valentine would go was a brothel. So without hesitation, he hurried to stand beside Valentine.

"Young master, are you sure? I mean—"

Valentine halted and looked at him with a smile on his face. "It is okay, Adam. I know what you are going to say, but don’t worry, this is a decision I made."

"I cannot keep ignoring my trauma for the rest of my life. You wouldn’t want me to be a bachelor either, would you now?"

Adam was quiet for a few seconds before saying, "If possible, I would like you to be."

This caused Valentine to halt. He turned around and furrowed his brows at him. "Why would you want me to be a bachelor, Adam?"

"Because I hate to see you experience your trauma. You always seemed very pitiful and in pain. I personally do not think you would ever be able to get over that trauma, so please save yourself the stress, young master. I do not desire to see you hurting," Adam replied with his intent gaze fixed on him.

Valentine stared at him for a few moments before chuckling. He stepped toward him and tilted his head. His right brow arched up. "You never cease to amaze me, Adam. Pfft!"

He turned around and began to walk away. "I’ll be fine, so let’s go."

Adam could not persuade him any further. He walked after him and pulled the door of the car open for him.

Valentine got in and took his seat. Adam sat down in the driver’s seat. He turned the engine on and drove off onto the road.

Along the way, Valentine could not stop worrying. He wasn’t sure how he was going to react. He was deeply hoping that he wouldn’t react badly at the very least. I mean, it would be one step forward, right?

He fidgeted with his hands and shut his eyes to take deep breaths. Adam could glimpse him from the rearview mirror.

"Young master, you can still change your mind. I will take you back," he said.

Valentine let out a tender breath. "Say that one more time, Adam, I will punch your nose."

Adam subconsciously touched his nose and sealed his lips.

The ride continued in utter silence, and they arrived at the most famous brothel in their town twenty minutes later.

Adam parked the car. He stepped down and opened the door for Valentine.

Valentine got out of the car, and Adam followed after him. They made their way toward the glass door that led into the brothel.

Valentine stopped in front of it. He stared at his reflection in the glass door and took a deep breath. Adam pushed open the door for him and followed him inside.

At the sight of the interior of the brothel, Valentine ceased on his step, instantly falling into a momentary daze.

The whole place was bustling with people. Different sorts of noises were reverberating from every direction, and even some individuals were openly being intimate with each other.

This made Adam frown deeply. He looked at Valentine, who was dormant and grabbed his hand.

"Young master, this is not somewhere you should be. This is for commoners. There are many beautiful women in the royal mansion, you can just pick any of them. I don’t see why you have to—"

"Take your hands off, Adam." Valentine’s voice didn’t sound so nice.

Adam flickered his eyes. "I am just really worried about you, young master. I know you are not happy tonight, but it would be for the best if you reconsider doing this." He let go of his hand.

Valentine did not care to respond to him. He relaxed his hands behind his back, took a deep breath, and began to proceed further into the brothel.