A Game Of Chess With A Vampire
Chapter 137: Coffee Would Work

Chapter 137: Coffee Would Work

Valentine shook his head.

"Not exactly. I don’t really want to leave, but there is a reason why I must go. I need to be at home."

"Oh..." Olive nodded his head.

"Well, that’s fine." He turned around and began to walk to his room.

Valentine stared at his fading figure. He took a deep breath and plopped down on the couch.

It may not be his business, but from what he heard, he was sure that something was going on with Avelina. Why else would Olive be getting information on her fears? He is also sure that Draven must have been the one who asked him to get the information.

Could she be sick? Or maybe something much worse. They could not possibly be trying to kill her, right? He frowned and let out a soft whiff.

"I must find out what is going on," he mumbled to himself.

...

Patiently, he slept to kill time. Once it was four in the afternoon, he got up, showered, and wore his clothes.

He stared at himself in the mirror for a few seconds and untied the bandage around his hand. It was finally healed, including his nose as well, although he could still feel a slight bit of pain at the bridge of his nose.

Unwilling to hesitate any further, he left the room for the living room, where he met Olive, seated on the couch.

Olive glanced at him. "Are you leaving already?"

"Yeah." Valentine nodded and strolled to the door.

He halted, turned around, and stared at Olive, who had followed behind him to close the door.

"What?" Olive was not sure why he was peering at him.

Valentine smiled and abruptly hugged him. Olive furiously blinked his eyes and deeply frowned.

"You should really stop with the hug. Geez, I am not your father or something!"

Valentine shook his head, amused, and shoved his hands into his pocket.

"Thank you," he said and began to walk away.

Olive gazed at his disappearing figure and muttered, "You’re welcome." He slammed the door shut.

Along the way, Valentine dialed Adam’s number.

Adam immediately answered as though he had been waiting for his call.

[Young master!]

"How are you?" Valentine asked.

"I am okay. How are you, young master? Are you alright? Are you doing well?"

Valentine smiled in a barely discernible way. "I am fine, Adam. I am coming back today. I’m on my way."

[Oh...] Adam sounded quite surprised. The last thing he anticipated was his young master coming back that day. He had expected that he would stay longer, as he had been waiting and waiting but neither saw nor heard any signs of him. "Is everything alright?"

"Yes, everything is alright," Valentine responded. "Meet me at the gate in ten minutes."

[Okay]

Valentine hung up the call and shoved the phone into his pocket. He walked a little bit more before the royal mansion finally came into view. He sauntered towards the gate, and there Adam was waiting for him.

At the sight of him, Adam’s eyes lit up, and deep relief washed over him. His young master looked much better than he did before he left. He was glowing!

Gosh, the people at the place he went must have taken good care of him. Adam smiled as he thought.

He straightened his posture as soon as Valentine approached him.

"It’s good to see you again, young master."

But Valentine simply beamed at him. He moved into the mansion and proceeded through the foyer to make his way to his quarter, however, just like before, his eyes met with those that belonged to old master Lenort.

With the expectation that he would stare daggers at him, old master Lenort scoffed, annoyed, but contrary to his expectation, Valentine widely smiled at him. He rushed to him and pulled him into a tight hug.

"Mon dieu! I have missed you, Father!"

Old Master Lenort was in shock. He was unmoving, as that had caught him off guard.

"What in the world do you think you are doing?" he questioned.

Valentine pulled back from the hug to stare at him. "Appreciating my father, of course. I should do this more often, it feels good hugging you."

He laughed heartily and began to walk to his room.

Old Master Lenort and Adam, who was following Valentine, appeared very perplexed.

"What the hell was that?" Old Master Lenort glowered, disgusted. He dusted off his clothing and stormed off to his office.

——

[8:50 pm]

Draven gazed at Avelina.

His expression was one of confusion.

"You don’t want to sleep?" he asked Avelina, whose face was scrunched in what one would call fear.

Avelina shook her head.

"Why?" Draven inquired.

"I’m afraid to go to sleep, Draven." Avelina sounded as though she could cry at any moment.

Draven blinked his eyes, finally understanding why. A soft breath exited his nose, and he stood up from his chair. He walked over to Avelina, who was seated on the bed, and squatted down to her level.

"Avelina, you will still eventually fall asleep, you know that, right?"

"Coffee would work," Avelina suggested.

Draven shook his head at her. "Coffee is not enough, Avelina. And it could also make you sick."

"But—"

Draven grabbed her shoulder and stared into her eyes.

"Listen, I know you’re very scared, but I think you will be fine." He smiled warmly. "I will be here with you after all." He extended his hand to caress her cheek.

Avelina exhaled softly with her eyes shut, enjoying the mixture of warmth and coldness of his palm against her skin. She fluttered her lashes apart and slowly nodded

Draven gave her pats on the head and sat down beside her.

"Why don’t you wake me up when it starts?" Avelina probed.

Draven shook his head. "It is not possible, Avelina."

"Huh? But why?" Avelina was skeptical.

"I tried last time, but you couldn’t wake up. It is not possible to wake up in the middle of it because it’s more like you are locked in that nightmare," Draven explained.

Avelina instantly became deeply pessimistic. She sighed and buried her face in her palms.

Draven gazed at her and playfully ruffled her hair. "I told you that I would be here with you. Don’t be sad, okay?"