A Game Of Chess With A Vampire
Chapter 198: Allow Me To Try [Note: Special - ]

Chapter 198: Allow Me To Try [Note: Special Chapter]

Lucien’s tone hinted at her confusion.

[Huh? With?]

"I will explain when I get there. Do not tell anyone I’m coming," Draven warned.

[O...Kay? Sure] Her voice sounded heavily bewildered.

Draven hung up the call. He looked at Avelina and smirked.

"I won’t lose in both dreams and reality." He wore his glasses, his gloves, and his shoes. He grabbed his coat and left the room.

His ride was a twenty-minute ride before he arrived at his destination. Draven slowed down the car, and as the gateman opened the gate, he drove in to park the car.

He stepped down, threw his car key into his pocket, and began to proceed into the mansion.

The first person he came across was Ava, who immediately dropped the bowl of chips she had in her arm, causing it to fall to the floor.

"D-don?"

Draven flickered his eyes and approached her. He gave her a single pat on the head, saying, "Be careful. Do not be like Lucien." He walked off.

Ava fluttered her eyes, not sure what had just happened. She lifted her hand and touched her hair. A wide, sheepish smile could not help but appear on her face. This suddenly reminded her that this was the first time Draven had ever patted her head. It was not something he would do at all!

"Lucien!" Draven, who stood close to the staircase, shouted.

From her room, Lucien came running, ignoring her slipper. "Don!" She hurried downstairs to meet him. She was breathing heavily, having run faster than she usually does.

"Yes, Don."

Draven stared down at her. "Where is everyone?"

"Oh, they left for the bar. It’s just me and Ava around," Lucien responded.

Draven nodded. "That’s better." He turned his head, glancing at Ava, who had refilled her bowl of chips. "Ava!"

Ava halted in her step and turned around to look at him. "Y-yes, Don."

"Come here." Draven wriggled his finger at her.

While darting her eyes around in suspicion, Ava approached him. She gazed at him, wondering why she was needed.

"We are going to need your hair," Draven said to her. His face held no tinge of expression.

"M-my hair?" Ava asked, confused.

Draven gave a nod. "Indeed."

Lucien and Ava glanced at each other. "Don...could you explain why?"

Draven clapped his hands together. "It’s simple."

"So, my wife wanted me to braid her hair, but you see, I had no idea how to do that. She gave me an example, but it was still quite hard. I gave it a try and messed up her hair. My gut feelings told me she was unhappy, but she said she was not mad, so I really thought she was not.

"Guess what?"

Lucien and Ava glimpsed each other and returned their attention to him. "What?" they asked in unison.

"She dreamt about it, proving that she was indeed mad. She was scolding me in her dreams!" Draven explained, quite serious about it. "It is proven that you dream of things that you think deeply about before you sleep. She had it in her mind throughout before she slept."

Lucien slowly began to smile, resisting the urge to burst into laughter.

"So...haha, so what do you want to do now?"

Draven replied, saying, "It’s simple; I want you to teach me how to braid so that I can make it up to her."

"Don..." Lucien flickered his eyes. "This is not the type of thing you do."

"Doesn’t matter." Draven shook his head.

Lucien chuckled softly. "Okay."

She looked at Ava. "I guess we need Ava’s hair for practice."

"Indeed." Draven gave a nod.

Ava, who was standing on the side, frowned. "B-b-but I didn’t agree to this!"

Draven looked at her with intimidating eyes that said: You don’t have to agree to it. You have to do it!

Ava’s puckered lips began to tremble, and she looked as though she could burst into tears any moment from then.

"Don..." She gazed up at him. "You’re bullying me."

"What?" Draven was stunned.

He quickly shook his head. "No, no, no, no, that is not what I meant."

"It is what you meant. You looked at me like you would kill me if I said no," Ava said, one bubble of tears breaking in her eyes.

Draven’s mouth was slightly agape.

"Ava, stop crying. Okay, you misunderstood me. Calm down." He gestured with his hands.

"How about we make a deal?"

Ava’s brow raised. "Deal?"

"Yes. You have always wanted a huge container of cookies, right?" Draven asked.

Ava’s eyes immediately lit up with sparkles. "Yes, I have."

"Okay, so why don’t I get it for you? In return, you help—"

"You need not say more, Don!" Ava interrupted him.

"These tears are happy tears. I agree. I was never intending to object."

"Oh..." Draven appeared quite perplexed.

Lucien furrowed her brows at Ava. "You switched really fast." She chuckled and began to walk to the living room. Davena and Ava followed behind her.

"Sit down here, Ava." Lucien tapped the stool close to the table.

Obediently, with a smile still plastered on her face, Ava sat down and crossed her legs.

"Don, do you mind standing beside me?" Lucien queried.

Draven shook his head and stepped next to her.

Lucien grabbed a handful of her silky white hair and glanced at Draven. "Don, this is very simple. You just have to divide this bunch into three, then you begin to fix them together."

"How do I fix them together, Lucien? That is the most confusing part." Draven’s full focus was fixed on the bundle of hair in Lucien’s hand.

Lucien began to braid the hair, showing him exactly how. "Like this. It’s very simple."

"Allow me to try," Draven said.

Lucien shifted aside, and Draven stood behind Ava.

He took off the gloves he had on and changed into a new set of gloves. Lucien, who was watching him, blinked her eyes.

"Don... I know you are a neat freak, but...you do not have to wear a glove." Her words came out in more of a whisper.