A Game Of Chess With A Vampire
Chapter 162: Uncomfortable?

Chapter 162: Uncomfortable?

Avelina smiled as she nodded at them. She looked away and took a deep, pessimistic breath.

Camilla and Thalia glanced at each other, knowing very well that they had messed up. The look of shock on their faces must have given Avelina the wrong idea, but that really wasn’t it.

Knowing that there was nothing they could do, they finished up bathing her and helped her out of the tub. Thalia wrapped her up in a towel, and they left the bathroom to dress her.

In less than thirty minutes, they were done. They smiled at Avelina and left the room.

"Do you think she is upset?" Camilla asked.

Thalia shook her head. "I can’t tell."

Camilla blinked her eyes and smiled in what one would call disbelief.

"She’s...in love."

Thalia nodded her head. "Yes, and she does not realize that. But...do you think it could be the third prince?"

"I don’t know," Camilla replied. "Although I can’t think of anyone else that she could possibly be in love with."

Thalia blinked her eyes. "You are right, but at the same time, I cannot imagine anyone being in love with the third prince. He is so scary and really tall, it’s so intimidating. He barely even speaks, Camilla, and he doesn’t even smile. Since twenty years of working here, I have never seen that man smile. What exactly does my lady see in him? Why exactly did she fall in love with him?"

"I don’t know. It does not make any sense to me. I have not seen anything really likable about him. He’s so quiet and barely talks like you said, haha." Camilla cackled.

Thalia shook her head. "Maybe she probably sees something that we don’t. I mean, the heart is wild."

Camilla nodded, agreeing with her.

"I feel quite sorry for her because she might probably end up like his late wife. She is a very nice human."

"I hope she doesn’t." Thalia let out a cynical breath and took a turn down the hall with Camilla.

....

Avelina stared at herself in the mirror.

She really wanted an answer, but with the sort of look Camilla and Thalia gave her, she could not seem to go forward with it. They were staring at her as though in disbelief or something. Why?

Was something wrong with her question?

A subtle breath fled her nose, and she turned her head the second the door opened.

Draven, clad in a white robe, walked in. His wet hair was dripping water onto the floor, and he was trying to wipe it with the small towel in his hand.

Avelina was gazing at him. She could not seem to take her eyes off him at that moment.

Draven, who noticed her intent gaze on him, glanced at her. Their eyes met, and they stood gazing at each other.

Slowly, he smiled in perplexity. "Avelina, why are you staring at me like that?"

"Ye?" Avelina batted her lashes. It was then that she realized she had subconsciously been staring at him. She began to chuckle awkwardly and immediately averted her gaze. She grabbed the comb on the table and began to comb her already-taken-care of hair.

This left Draven even more confused. Not sure what to say, he walked into the dressing room to change into his home clothes.

The moment the door was shut, Avelina exhaled in relief.

"Oh my goodness." She could not ignore the churning feeling in her stomach.

If it is really the effect of the incidents that have happened, I should be just fine by tomorrow... She smiled at herself, confident that that must be the problem.

Draven stepped out of the dressing room while slipping his arms into his sweater. He adjusted his sweatpants and walked over to Avelina at the table.

At the sight of the objects on the table, which had been rearranged, he frowned.

"Avelina." He looked at her. "Did you rearrange these?"

Avelina glanced at him before nodding her head. "Mhm, I did."

"I don’t like it." Draven shook his head.

"Huh?" Avelina was bewildered. "Why? It is in order. I just thought it would be nice to give it a little change."

"No, it’s not," Draven said. He squatted down and grabbed the brushes. "I bought them all in similar colors so that they will look very organized, therefore, you should set them by their respective colors, do you understand?"

He glanced at her.

Avelina frantically fluttered her eyes.

"Draven, why do you care about colors? Why do you like things to be so perfect and well organized?"

She was genuinely curious.

The more she stayed with him, the more she noticed that this man could not stand even the slightest thing disorganized or out of place. He does not like changes being made to things and would always prefer them the way they were.

These were the same for his clothing. Perfectly pressed and well folded, and each brand of clothing has its own special space. To be a bit more specific, shirts have different spaces, that goes for his pants, ties, coats, and suit jackets as well.

If she left her book on the table without bothering to close it, this man would have it closed and perfectly placed on top of the others by morning. Not to forget, in order to make sure he doesn’t ruin it for her, he puts a colored piece of paper in between the Chapters that she left off at.

She could not understand why. He sort of seemed so obsessed with making sure things were well organized and perfect.

Draven glanced at her.

"Um... I do not know. But...I just don’t like things looking out of place. It irritates me and makes me very uncomfortable."

"Uncomfortable?" Avelina appeared stunned.

Draven nodded his head. "You must find it weird, do you not?"

"I wouldn’t say that I find it weird, but I just think that it must be a lot of trouble for you," Avelina responded.

"It is a little bit. That is why I prefer to do things by myself." Draven slightly smiled.