A Game Of Chess With A Vampire
Chapter 256: Isn’t He Perfect?

Chapter 256: Isn’t He Perfect?

Olive sighed, raising his eyes to stare at Draven.

"I just wanted you to know that even though it seemed like the others don’t care about her well-being, her mother seems to. It was sad to see her that way. She must be missing Lady Avelina very much, at least...I could tell."

Draven blinked his eyes, stunned and in a momentary daze.

"I see..." His words came out in a whisper.

"Oh yes," Olive spoke, suddenly recalling something. "I found out Lady Avelina’s maiden name."

Draven looked at him. "You did?"

Olive nodded. "Yes. Her mother called her Olga."

He continued, "I’m not sure, but perhaps Lady Avelina never spoke on it because it isn’t a very nice name. It is the sort of name that one could be bullied for if I am not wrong." He was trying his best not to sound offensive at all.

Draven rubbed his temple in deep stress. He deeply exhaled, got into his car, and shut the door. "Thank you," he said to Olive and drove off.

Olive could only stare as the car faded out of his range of sight. He turned around and returned to the mansion.

——

Draven stood before the door of the bedroom. He stared at it as though he were in deep thought.

Reluctantly, he entered, took his shoes off, and walked over to the bed. He took his coat off, got into the bed, and laid down beside Avelina, who was fast asleep.

His mood was not bad, but it didn’t appear good either. A soft sigh fled his nose, and he took his glasses off, folding and dropping them on the mini table close to the bed.

What should...I do? He inwardly asked himself, turning his head to look at Avelina.

He was a man who never got to glimpse his mother for three whole freaking years, and the first time that he finally did, she was brutally killed right in front of him. He never got the chance to speak to her, to hear her voice, to feel her warm hugs, or even to hear her say that she loved him like she always did when he was little. The last time he heard it from her, she...

Draven took a deep breath, turning to lay on his side.

He was worried.

Avelina’s mother must love her like his mother loved him. Her mother must want to see her, just like his mother wanted to but just never got to.

What if he cut the deal short and let her go? Wouldn’t that be for the best? He wants her to go—to see her mother. He may not know Avelina’s mother, but he does not want her to feel the way his mother did, nor does he want Avelina to feel the way he did. It was the most heartbreaking, hurtful feeling he had ever felt, even though he never spoke of it.

True, without her, getting what he wanted seemed quite impossible, but...it was totally fine with him. He cannot explain it, but something in him would rather lose the inheritance than hold Avelina with him, knowing that someone like her mother really wants to see her.

Everything has a solution, doesn’t it? Perhaps he would be able to find another solution once he let Avelina go. He wants her to go—to see her family. That much, he cares for her.

He will simply figure out another way to get the inheritance. He was sure he would be able to.

"Draven..." Avelina’s sleepy voice sounded

Draven fluttered his pupils. He turned, only to see her rubbing her eyes. She still appeared very sleepy.

"Avelina..." His voice was calm and deep. "Are you—"

"I thought you were gone!" Avelina’s voice sounded as though she were about to cry.

Draven crumpled his brows, confused. "Gone? To where?"

Avelina did not respond. She moved over to lay on top of him and rested her head on his chest. She wrapped her arms around him and adjusted her body to make herself more comfortable.

Draven’s pupils were filled with perplexity.

Could she possibly have been sleep-talking? He cackled softly to himself and gently patted her head.

He began to caress her hair, hugging her in the process.

Yes, he would cut the deal off once he had properly apologized to her and let her go. He was sure she would be happy, after all, she had always wanted to return to her home.

It was the least he could do for her anyway... Draven smiled at himself, pleased with his decision. He was not at all unhappy with it.

A soft sigh fled from him, and he tightened his hold on Avelina, loving the warmth of her body.

—

Early the next morning, Avelina yawned, blinking her eyes open. She tried to move but realized that Draven’s arms were circled around her waist, thus preventing her from moving.

"Drave..." She looked at his face, her words fading as she suddenly found herself in a daze, staring at his sleeping face.

He looked so...gentle—not that he wasn’t, but he just looked like a child sleeping peacefully.

Avelina’s lips slowly curled into a smile. She reached out her finger to touch his closed eyes.

Only now had she realized that this man had naturally long lashes, which cast a shadow when he shut his eyes. Perhaps, she never noticed because he always wore his glasses and only ever took them off when he wanted to sleep.

"So...handsome..." Avelina whispered, cupping his cheek with her palm. She caressed his facial skin before tucking the strands of his hair that fell over his face behind his ear.

She touched the tip of his nose with a finger and instinctively caressed his lower lip with her thumb.

Isn’t he perfect? She inwardly asked herself, taking a deep breath to calm her suddenly racing heart.

She bit her lip and frantically flickered her eyes, unable to move her gaze away from him.

"Avelina." Draven’s deep, yet soft voice sounded all of a sudden.

Without a second thought, Avelina flinched away from his arms and quickly clutched her chest, able to hear her heart beginning to pound in her ears.