A Game Of Chess With A Vampire
Chapter 124: He Is Like A Stone

Chapter 124: He Is Like A Stone

Olive shoved his hands into the pocket of his pants. "I can’t really help you if you don’t tell me what happened."

Valentine flickered his wet lashes. Without saying a word, he turned around to leave the house.

Olive was flabbergasted and confused. "Hey! Where are you going?"

"I am sorry for coming unannounced. I just could not think of anywhere else to go. I did say, "You were my only friend." Valentine turned around to look at him with a big smile on his face. Once again, he was hiding his true emotions behind such a fake smile.

Olive’s eyes widened at the sight of his suddenly warmed-up face. Warmed up? That is a joke. He shouldn’t be told that the smile was a facade.

"I will be taking my leave now. See you next time," Valentine said. He began to walk away.

"Hey wait!" Olive immediately hurried after him and grabbed his hand, stopping him. "Dammit, I am not asking you to leave. I’m just annoyed that you weren’t talking."

Valentine turned his head and peered at him.

"I know. I just had no idea how to explain it to you, but don’t worry, I am fine now. I need to go back home." He proceeded to snatch his hand, but Olive wasn’t letting go. His grip on his wrist was tight.

"Olive..."

"Gosh! I feel like a terrible person. I feel so guilty now." Olive was obviously frustrated. He rubbed his temple and pulled Valentine away to sit him down on the sofa.

"I want to know what happened. I don’t care if you don’t know how to say it. If you could tell me the root of your trauma, surely you can let me know about this too." His tone was much more gentler.

Valentine stared at him and crossed his legs as he took a deep breath. "I fought with my father."

"Huh? The king?" Olive was stunned.

Valentine nodded. "Yes. You are already aware that we don’t have such a great... relationship."

"But why?" Olive probed.

Valentine shrugged, cackling. "He hates when I get drunk. I am not a heavy drinker, thus two shots or so could get me rolling around on the floor, haha."

Olive blinked his eyes in disbelief and slapped him across the head. Valentine, who had not expected it, was obviously taken aback.

"What was that for?" he asked.

"Why are you laughing?" Olive questioned. "You are hurt! Your nose and your hand are broken, and you are cackling? You are such a brat!"

He let out a deep breath. "Now I understand why your butler was mad. It’s kind of my fault. I made you drink after all."

"What?" Valentine frowned. "Does it matter if my father cares or not? It’s none of his business. I am not a kid, pfft. I can do whatever I want."

Olive raised her brows at him. "And fight again, yeah? That is what you want?"

Valentine smiled at him before saying, "This isn’t the first time, Olive. I have faced worse than this in his hands, so I am fine."

"If so, then why are you this messed up? You look like you have been crying the whole night," Olive inquired, curious.

"Hmmm..." Valentine thought about it. "He said some things to me that I did not like. I always knew they were how he felt, but I held on to the tiny hope that he had yet to say it to my face. Thus, I could probably be wrong, but it turned out I was just being delusional. My father hates me and will never feel a little bit of care or guilt for what he has done to me, that is something I will have to accept."

Olive stared at him and abruptly ruffled his hair.

"It’s a miracle that you can still smile after all that. You’re tough."

"Am I?" Valentine asked with his head tilted.

Olive nodded.

"Hmm, not as tough as my older brother though. He is like a stone." Valentine laughed.

Olive grinned at him and said, "Crying does not fit you, so don’t do it again. Also, you can stay for as long as you want. However, you have to understand that I do leave in the evening and probably won’t be back till the next morning, so...you might feel a bit too lonely than you do at your home."

"I don’t mind." Valentine shrugged. "I’m used to being alone."

"Okay, then." Olive stood up and stretched his muscles.

He glanced at Valentine and asked, "Have you eaten?"

Valentine shook his head at him. "No."

"Why?" Olive furrowed his brows.

Valentine lifted his bandaged hand. "I am not used to my left hand, so I really couldn’t use it. It was frustrating."

"Gosh!" Olive groaned and began to wander off to his room. "Come with me."

Valentine quickly followed after him.

Olive stood in front of his closet. He was not sure which set of clothes would fit him the most, considering Valentine was quite slender. He looked little in the clothing he gave him the last time.

"What’s wrong?" Valentine inquired. Olive had been standing in front of the closet for six minutes now and he has no idea why.

While going through the hung clothes, Olive replied, "I am looking for something that wouldn’t make you look so small. Something that would suit you a bit more." He laughed.

"It’s not funny!" Valentine glared at him.

"I know, I know. I just can’t help it." Olive took out cream-colored sweatpants and its hoodie. "Hmm, this will look better. Here you go. And please dry your hair too!"

Valentine received the clothing and watched as he left the room for the kitchen. A soft breath fled his nose, and he changed into the clothes.

He could smell Olive’s thick scent on it, leaving him to conclude that he probably wears it a lot.

Valentine exited the room for the living room. Olive was not there, so he simply lay down on the couch with his eyes fixed on the table.

"Hmmm..." He knew Draven had followed after him when he left the royal mansion.

To be honest, he actually wanted to stop and go with him since he came for him, but he felt like he could only talk to Olive.