A Game Of Chess With A Vampire
Chapter 121: I Would Suggest You Don’t

Chapter 121: I Would Suggest You Don’t

Draven scrunched his face in bewilderment.

"What do you mean by that?"

"Hmm? I have had this type of case before, and it indeed turned out to be a whole different thing. I will suggest you wait until tomorrow. Look after her and see how she turns out tomorrow. If she doesn’t wake up and gets worse than this, please let me know." The doctor turned around to leave.

"Will she be fine?" Draven asked.

The doctor halted and glanced at him with a soft smile. "Maybe. I can’t tell for sure. But I think she will be." He turned around and left.

As soon as Santino shut the door, Draven glanced at Avelina. He walked over to the bed and sat down beside her.

At the moment, he wished desperately that she would wake up and at least tell him what had happened to her. He was clueless and did not know what to do, what to think, or how to even figure out what was wrong.

He deeply exhaled and gently began to caress her hair.

The time ticked away so fast that Draven didn’t even know when it clocked five a.m. in the morning.

He was still seated beside Avelina, his arm supporting his chin. His gaze was fixed on her, and he was not looking away.

The door opened, and Santino stepped inside.

"What is the time?" Draven inquired.

Santino replied, "It’s five a.m., young master."

A cynical breath fled Draven’s nose, and he straightened up.

"Do you think she will be fine? She has yet to wake up." He sounded deeply worried.

Santino did not know what to say in response. He has never seen his young master like that before. He was also aware that he was definitely frustrated inside because he had no clue what to do.

"Young master, I am sure she will be fine. She is breathing okay after all, and the doctor did say she is not sick."

"Then what is wrong with her?" Draven glanced at him. "If she is not sick, then what is going on? Why is she unconscious? I can’t figure anything out! I’m so freaking confused!" He rubbed his temples, stressed out, and ran his fingers through his hair.

Santino let out a soft breath, but he did not say a word.

"No one must know about this, understand?" Draven said.

Santino nodded. "Understood." He took a slight bow and left the room.

Draven peered at Avelina. It looked as if he wanted to say something, but as though having changed his mind, he got off the bed.

Just a few hours ago, she was having a conversation with him—she was smiling and it left him not able to comprehend how fast it had happened. He was with her, yet he could not even apprise what had occurred.

Not just that, but he would have to wait until the evening before the doctor comes again. What if she doesn’t wake up by then?

Knowing that all these thoughts would do nothing to help, Draven decided to have his shower first of all. When he was done, he wore his casual home wear and had the maids bring his coffee to him.

He sat down on the one-man sofa and crossed his legs. As he watched Avelina, he sipped on his coffee while dangling his feet.

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Valentine turned on the bed.

He blinked his eyes open and groaned in a bit of pain as he sat up on the bed. The once-wrecked room was as clean as it used to be. No one would be able to tell that this room had been trashed last night.

A soft breath fled Valentine’s nose, and he brought his bare feet to the floor. He sloped his head and began to rub his forehead, ignoring the loose hair that had fallen over his face and tangled around his fingers.

"Adam!" he called.

Adam, who waited outside all night, opened the door. He stepped inside and walked over to him.

Valentine raised his head and glanced at him. "Are they at the pavilion?"

"Yes, young master," Adam replied.

"I see..." It was the last day of the week, and according to the ways of the royal family, they always had a morning breakfast together before leaving for sleep.

"The bath is ready, young master. I had it done beforehand," Adam said with a bit of a worried expression.

Valentine did not utter a word. He brushed his hair with his left fingers and stood up to his feet, exhausted. He proceeded into the bathroom and glanced at the already-made bath.

His eyes were a bit swollen, confirming that he had been crying all night, even in his sleep. That was the level of pain he felt. Yes, he knew that was how his father felt, but it even hurt the most to hear him say those words with so much hatred in his tone.

Ha! Thinking about it now, he couldn’t help but wonder just how much Draven must have endured.

With a deep breath exiting his nose, he took his clothes off and slipped into the wide bathtub. He sank so low into the water, leaving his wet hair to float atop the water.

Valentine shut his eyes and wrapped his arms around his knees. He stayed in that position for a while before raising his head to inhale. He breathed heavily and wiped his face, then began to bathe.

Adam walked into the dressing room. With his fingertip tracing each piece of clothing, he halted and grabbed a particular shirt.

Valentine’s favorite color was black, therefore, most of his clothing was black.

Adam grabbed his pants and every other accessory, including his shoes, before leaving the dressing room.

He patiently waited by the side until Valentine stepped out of the bathroom, clad in his robe.

Valentine walked over and slid into his pants. He spread his arms, and Adam helped him into his shirt.

Adam went to his knees and began to buckle his belt.

"Young master, do you really want to have breakfast with the family? I would suggest you don’t," he said.