A Game Of Chess With A Vampire
Chapter 136: Aren’t You A Bit Ignorant, My Lady?

Chapter 136: Aren’t You A Bit Ignorant, My Lady?

Avelina smiled softly and gradually began to run her fingers through his hair.

"Mhm, I do."

Draven’s body twitched at the gesture. "That tickles," he mumbled.

"Do you like it?" Avelina asked.

"I do. It feels nice," Draven replied.

Avelina cackled a bit and let out a soft breath. He must have never had his hair caressed before.

A deep whiff exited from Draven, and he tightened his grip on her, further burying his face in her neck. "You are so warm and soft," he muttered before shutting his eyes to sleep.

Avelina did not respond. She had slowly begun to drift off to sleep.

——

Natasha sat down in the passenger seat.

She had the chauffeur drive her to Ceicei’s house, and upon arrival, she did not hesitate to walk into the house.

On the sofa, Ceicei sat with her head resting back and her eyes shut.

Natasha could not tell whether she was sleeping or not, but she nevertheless decided to speak.

"Ahem! Miss Ceicei."

Ceicei opened her right eye and peeked at her. "What brings you here?" she questioned.

"There has been some confusion, which I need you to clear out," Natasha replied.

Ceicei pulled herself up and looked at her with raised brows. "Confusion?"

"What are you talking about?"

"You have started working on that wench’s case, right?" Natasha queried.

Ceicei responded, "Yes, I have. Why do you ask?"

Ceicei could see Natasha’s face contort in a very ugly manner.

"If you have indeed begun, then why did I see her awake and well just this morning?" Her tone sounded quite displeased.

Ceicei stared at her and couldn’t help but chuckle mockingly. "Aren’t you a bit ignorant, my lady?"

"What do you mean?" Natasha furrowed her brows.

Ceicei crossed her legs and rested back on the couch.

"You asked me to use a method you have no clue about on someone. Do you perhaps not know what research is and how useful it can be?"

Natasha gazed at her, frowning. She was not able to grasp a comprehension of the nonsense Ceicei was babbling to her.

"I don’t understand what you mean."

Ceicei shook her head with disdain in her eyes. "My lady, death in sleep is a rare method that we witches use to brutally kill our enemies. As I told you before, she will get tortured in her sleep by what she fears the most, but of course, she will always wake up in the morning."

"This cycle will repeat itself for seven days, and on the seventh night, if she is not able to face her biggest fear or fight it, she will die. Not just that, but they will go through a series of pains each night that even a vampire will hardly be able to endure."

"Honestly, if you ask me, I doubt she will be able to survive till the seventh night. She could probably die from the pain. She’s a human after all." She shrugged.

Natasha blinked her eyes. "Oh...is that so?"

"Obviously." Ceicei rolled her eyes at her.

"Well, my apologies then," Natasha said. "I thought something had gone wrong, and I was quite worried. It looks like I made a mistake with my judgment. Haha."

Ceicei glared at her with emotionless eyes. "If you have nothing else to ask, I would like you to get out now."

"That’s quite...rude..." Natasha commented, having not expected such an impertinent mannerism from her.

Ceicei’s expression instantly darkened.

"Do you perhaps desire to die?"

Natasha furiously flickered her eyes. "What?"

"Get out!" Ceicei scowled at her.

Natasha was fuming inwardly, but she knew she could not act up. If she tried to, she doubted she would leave there unscattered, so quietly, she turned around and left the house while muttering to herself in vexation.

—-

Olive slipped his feet into his shoes.

He went downstairs and proceeded to leave the house, but Pierre, who was seated in the living room, said, "You have been sleeping over at your private house lately. Why?"

Olive halted and glanced at him. He smiled. "I felt like it. Also, I have someone over. I need to keep him company."

"Him?" Pierre appeared quite surprised.

Olive nodded. "Mhm."

Pierre folded his arms with a smirk on his lips

"Since when do you allow people over to our house, Olive? The last time I tried coming, you shut me off. I wonder who this guy is. A new friend?"

"Eh...kind of." Olive scratched his head. "Well, I wanted to say no actually, but I was not in a situation to do so. He was not in good condition at all. I am not heartless, Pierre."

"Sure..." Pierre cackled and returned his attention to his phone.

"See you tomorrow, Olive."

"Mhm, see you." Olive walked out of the mansion and strolled towards his bike.

He started the engine, sat down, and slowly rode off onto the road before raising the speed.

He arrived at his home in less than twenty minutes and parked the bike. He took his helmet off and sauntered into the house.

Olive opened the door and walked to the living room. He looked around and met Valentine, sleeping peacefully on the couch. He was clutching onto a plushie meant for the sofa.

Olive arched his brow. He looked so peaceful while asleep, but when awake, he was the total opposite. His face scrunched in disbelief, and he took his shoes off to proceed to his room. However, the sudden sound of Valentine’s voice had him halt.

"I thought... you weren’t coming?"

Olive turned around to look at him. "It’s my house! What do you expect?"

Valentine yawned and sat up on the sofa. His hair was messed up, and most of the strands were falling over his face.

"Why aren’t you sleeping in the guest room?" Olive inquired.

Valentine glanced at him. "I was waiting for you."

"Why?" Olive frowned.

"To tell you that I will be going back before five p.m.," Valentine replied. He was rubbing his eyes.

"Are you okay now?" Olive asked. "Do you feel better enough to go back home?"