A Game Of Chess With A Vampire
Chapter 213: She Does?

Chapter 213: She Does?

A deep breath fled Draven’s nose, and he grabbed the book that Avelina was reading before she fell asleep. He looked inside it and flipped all the way back to the first page to try and keep himself busy with it.

Beside him was the stopwatch. He was still monitoring the time, wanting to know exactly when it clocks forty minutes.

Thirty minutes... The clock ticked... thirty-five minutes... slowly, but gradually, it clocked forty minutes.

DING!

Draven shut the book. He turned off the stopwatch and dropped it on the mini table beside the bed, then looked at Avelina.

He had somewhere important to go, so he needed her to get off him, even though he wished he could have let her stay that way.

Draven reached for the pillow, and as quickly as he got off, he shoved the pillow into Avelina’s arms, letting her grip hold of it.

Avelina grumbled in a sleepy tone and turned to lie on her other side while tightly hugging the pillow.

Draven took a soft breath, relieved that he didn’t wake her up. He turned around and walked over to his dressing room. He changed into a new quick-fit and wore his coat.

He slipped his feet into his shoes, grabbed his glasses and car key from the drawer, and left the room.

"Young master," Santino, who was standing guard by the door as usual, called his attention.

Draven glanced over at him. "What?"

"May I ask where you are heading?" Santino asked.

Draven furrowed his brows at him.

"Why?"

Santino half-smiled. "Nothing much. I am just worried that you may not return by morning. Lady Avelina usually looks for you when you don’t, and she always seems to have a sad expression when she does not see you. So I was—"

"She does?" Draven questioned him, cutting him off. He was quite taken aback by it, as he never thought she could possibly be pessimistic to wake up only to not see him.

Santino nodded his head, smiling to himself. He was not sure about his young master, but he was more than aware that Lady Avelina was in love with his young master.

What he has noticed is that she still has no idea that she does. He couldn’t help but think that Lady Avelina was quite similar to his young master in some ways.

"I see..." Draven began to nod his head as he turned around to leave.

Santino stared at his disappearing back in confusion. He expected him to at least say something more than just two words.

A soft breath fled his mouth, and he adjusted to his post while shaking his head.

Draven pulled the door of his car open and got in. He fastened his seatbelt, started the car, and drove off onto the road.

Throughout the ride, all he could think about was what Santino had told him. He had never thought she would be sad to wake up without him there. He never even thought that she liked having him around that much.

His lips subconsciously curled up into a hearty smile, and his grip on the steering wheel tightened. He took a deep breath and slightly raised the speed of his car to go a bit faster.

He arrived at his destination twenty minutes later and slowed down the car. The bodyguards at the gate pulled the gate open, and he drove inside to park the car.

"Bonsoir, Don," they greeted.

Draven gave a simple nod and shoved his hands into his pocket as he approached the door of the mansion.

This mansion was the one that Olive and the rest of them lived in. As soon as he stepped into the house, each and every one of them rushed downstairs. They were able to tell he was there just by his scent alone.

"Don." Loui seemed surprised to see him there. Was something wrong?

"Bonjour, Don," they greeted in unison, their heads slightly bowed. Lucien was smiling as though happy to see him.

Draven glanced at her and averted his gaze almost immediately. "To the meeting table," he said.

They followed behind him and settled down along with him at the meeting table.

Draven crossed his legs and began to playfully tap his fingers on the table. He let out a deep breath and said to them, "It worked."

"Huh?" Loui blinked his eyes. He glanced at everyone, and Olive, who sat beside him, slapped his head.

"Idiot, he’s talking about Lady Natasha. She took the poison, so it worked." Olive was frowning, annoyed.

Loui widened his eyes. "Oh," he said, shifting his attention to Draven. "Forgive me, Don. I forgot."

Draven shook his head, diverting his gaze to glimpse each of them.

"What do we do now, Don?" Pierre inquired.

Draven shrugged. "Nothing, actually."

Pierre was confused.

"We don’t have to do anything? Anything at all?" he probed just to be sure.

Draven nodded. "Yes. The only thing all of you can do now is wait. There are only five days left, and my beloved father’s birthday will commence on Monday."

He supported his cheek with his fisted hand, smiling inwardly at himself. "Hmm, although there is one thing that you all can do."

"What?" Olive queried.

"Get a gift for my father," Draven replied.

Ava, who was drinking, spat out the tea, taken aback by Draven’s words.

"A-a gift?" she inquired, not sure if she heard him right.

Draven glanced at her, his face contorting in discomfort.

"You’ve made a mess."

Ava immediately stood up from her chair and rushed off to grab a towel and clean off the table. Of course, she knew Draven was a neat freak, which was why he reacted in such a way.

She returned after wiping off the mess and sat down with a look of embarrassment.

"I’m...sorry," she apologized.

"It’s okay." Draven gave a slight nod.

He continued, "Yes, I meant it when I said a gift. I hate him, but it would be quite disrespectful if I did not at least get my father a gift on his birthday."

"Isn’t Lady Natasha going to be a gift enough?" Lucien asked, scoffing