A Game Of Chess With A Vampire
Chapter 204: That Scent!

Chapter 204: That Scent!

Pierre spoke.

"It’s good that you are safe."

Prince glanced at him, and the smile on his face instantly disappeared. The only person at whom he smiled and was willing to beam at was Ava and no one else.

Loui chuckled, amused. "You would not understand how worried we were."

"Yeah, it’s good to have you back, safe and sound," Olive added and began to walk off.

Lucien stared at his disappearing back and frowned.

"Olive."

Olive halted his steps. "What?"

"Are you okay?" Lucien asked.

Olive took a few moments before taking a deep breath. He did not answer her but simply left the mansion with his hands shoved into the pocket of his pants.

He made his way to his bike and sat on it. He grabbed his phone from the pocket of his coat and looked at the screen to see nothing.

Since long after what Draven had said to him, he had been trying to reach Valentine. He had called, only to realize that Valentine had blocked his number. Not only that, but he was not even able to text him. He got no freaking response.

He really didn’t think that he went too far with his words, but pondering about it recently, he realized that he in fact went more than too far. The worst part of the case was calling Valentine pitiful. That was the most awful thing you could possibly say to someone who relied on you and told you the things he was not at all willing to tell another.

"Dammit!" Olive tossed the phone into his pocket and wore his helmet. He started the bike and drove off onto the road.

"Where is he going?" Lucien inquired.

Loui shrugged. "Can’t tell. He has been quite isolated these days."

...

Olive walked straight into the restaurant where he usually comes for his meal. He strolled over to an empty spot and sat down. The waitress attended to him, and while he waited for his order, he gazed at the seat opposite him.

Suddenly, for no reason, he was recalling the first day he had met Valentine in the restaurant. What one would call guilt immediately washed over him. A deep breath fled his nose, and he ran his fingers through his dark hair.

A few minutes passed by, and at the same time, the available waitresses began to serve the customers, Olive included.

Olive beamed at the waitress who delivered his order and exhaled. He picked up his utensil and began to eat.

"Ahem!" The sudden clearing of the throat and the testing of a microphone caught the attention of the customers. They shifted their attention to the not-so-big stage, which was quite a distance from the serving floor where the customers were seated.

That stage was a place in which musical performances were usually carried out in the restaurant to entertain the customers.

"Today, our lady Juliette would once again perform. I hope you are all excited," the host, a young woman with a gummy smile, said.

Most of the regular customers who already knew who Juliette was, applauded softly, unwilling to make too much noise. Her performance was usually quite classy.

The host beamed and added as though having recalled, "Oh, we do have a new pianist. Our old one unfortunately couldn’t come." She turned around and stepped away from the stage.

The soft candlelight on each table flickered, casting a warm glow that accentuated the elegant décor. The clinking of cutlery and hushed conversations created a gentle ambiance as patrons savored their exquisite meals.

The velvet curtain covering the stage was parted with graceful swiftness, revealing a young, alluring singer bathed in a spotlight. She posed an ethereal beauty that made her look almost like a perfect doll.

The murmurs of the guests grew quieter, and they gracefully went silent, their sparkling eyes filled with admiration fixed on her.

Seated at the piano under a second spotlight, a figure exuded an effervescent aura. His pale skin seemed to shimmer in the dim light. This man was none other than Valentine, who had successfully gotten the restaurant to let him play. It was something he had always wanted to do, but the restaurant owner, however, was having second thoughts due to him being a prince.

He was not sure if it was all right to allow a prince to perform. I mean, it wouldn’t take a while for the gossip to spread throughout the town, but on the other hand, it would also bring him even more customers. It was a huge honor to have a prince play in his restaurant.

So the restaurant owner did indeed eventually agree.

Valentine smiled at himself and glanced at the young lady, Juliette, who offered him a charming smile in return.

Juliette’s eyes scanned the customers, and she took a deep breath, bringing the microphone closer to her lips.

Her melodic, sweet voice resounded, instantly captivating the audience as it always does.

Valentine’s finger gracefully glided over the keys, producing a haunting melody that intertwined with Juliette’s voice, creating a harmonious symphony that enraptured onlookers.

Among the crowd, Olive, who had stopped eating, widened his eyes, seeming to be in both shock and a daze. His mouth was slightly agape, and he couldn’t seem to tear his gaze away from a particular someone.

This person was not the gorgeous, admirable singer, Juliette, but it was Valentine, whose eyes were shut, lost in his own world as he played.

Was that Valentine, or was he hallucinating? Why was he there? Why was he meeting him in this restaurant again? This could not possibly be a coincidence, right?

The fork in his hand slipped and fell into his food, but he was still in a daze, preventing him from even noticing.

As the enchanting melody continued to fill the room, Valentine’s nose slightly twitched. That scent!

Even amongst the aromas of the different served delicacies, he could still determine that one scent he knew a bit too well. What was he doing there? Why was he there? He blinked.