A Game Of Chess With A Vampire
Chapter 262: Hot?

Chapter 262: Hot?

Draven finally looked at her. "Didn’t I tell you, I have never met someone like you before?"

Avelina was still and unmoving. Though her thoughts and heartbeats were steady, she had no idea what to say. She was at a total loss for words.

Draven stood up to his feet. He grabbed hold of her and pulled her in, hugging her. "I have quite missed you and your charming presence. It was pretty boring without you. I mean, your usual self."

Avelina slowly blinked her eyes and gradually wrapped her arms around his waist, embracing him.

"I missed you too. A lot..." Her last sentence was more of a whisper.

Draven pulled back to look at her. He gently grabbed her chin and looked into her eyes. "Did you?"

Avelina frantically nodded her head, swallowing hard in the process.

Draven half-smiled, ruffling her hair. "Why don’t you wait for me? I must have my bath. I will be with you afterward." He lifted her off the table and put her down on the bed.

Avelina adjusted properly on the bed and watched as he left for the bathroom. While waiting for him, she playfully dangled her feet, which didn’t reach the floor.

A few minutes passed, and the door to the bathroom opened. Draven walked out, drying his hair with a towel.

Avelina, who was still seated on the bed, stared at him as he entered the dressing room. As soon as he shut the door, she jumped down from the bed and walked over to the table.

A smile could not help but emerge on her face at how organized the table was. Everything was kept in order, even to the extent that it was by color. She reached over her hand, grabbing the journal she saw on the table.

Is this the journal? She was curious.

Avelina looked at the front cover of the book.

’Understanding my wife’ She furrowed her brows at the name used. Could this be a different journal? The last one she saw had a different cover.

Quickly, she flipped the journal open, and the first thing she saw was her likes and dislikes. He had written every single one of them down—at least the ones he had seen and noticed.

This left Avelina to suddenly realize the level of attention this man paid to her. The things he noticed, she was aware nobody else would.

She flipped over to the next page. There, he neatly jotted down the things she had once said to him, but he failed to understand.

Avelina could not help but begin to chuckle, amazed. She wondered if perhaps he wrote all these down with the intention of never forgetting. But that was useless. He was a man with an excellent memory and seemed to hardly forget things, so she concluded that must not be the reason.

She chortled sheepishly to herself and proceeded to flip to the next page, but at the sound of the door closing, she quickly whipped herself around, clutching the journal to her chest.

Draven, whose barely wet hair fell to his shoulders, came to a stop. He blinked, his attention shifting to the journal Avelina was holding. His gaze drifted to her eyes, but that was when he realized that she was staring at something else. He followed the line of her gaze, only for it to stop on his chest.

He looked at Avelina and glanced at his chest, confused. He was clad in simple gray sweatpants and a white short-sleeved shirt, which perfectly hugged his upper body, thus exposing his fine biceps, his toned chest, and his abs. He could not help but wonder if he had something on him.

Avelina bit her lip, seeming to be in a momentary daze. Only the heavens knew what was going on in her mind at that moment.

She gulped, not able to look away from him. The urge to walk forward and touch him was awfully overwhelming to her, but the courage to do that was something she didn’t possess.

She so badly wanted to touch this man—to feel him in different ways, but no, she cannot do such!

Avelina disagreed with her thoughts, but she could not help but mutter subconsciously, "Jesus, you are so hot! Effortlessly!"

"Hot?" Draven tilted his head, raising his brow at her.

Avelina’s eyes dilated in realization, and she quickly covered her mouth, the journal slipping out of her grip onto the floor. That was just her thought! It was not meant to be said out loud! She didn’t mean to!

Right there and at that moment, she wished the ground would open and swallow her, but it was not possible, thus, she could only take a deep breath to digest the embarrassment she felt.

"N-nothing." She shook her head at Draven.

Draven asked, "Really?"

Avelina nodded, awkwardly scratching her neck.

Draven approached her. He squatted down, grabbing the journal that had fallen to the floor. He kept it back on the table and sat down to grab the brush.

"Let me do it for you." Avelina quickly extended out her hand, her face full of smiles.

Draven gave the brush to her. He was sure he was not misreading—Avelina seemed a bit too happy that morning, and he could not seem to figure out why.

Unwilling to stay curious, he probed, "Avelina, why are you so happy this morning?"

"Happy?" Avelina looked at his face in the mirror.

Draven nodded. "You are always happy, most of the time, but...it is quite different today. I have never seen you so happy before. Why is that? Did something happen?"

Avelina halted, her gaze becoming distant. She was not responding, but it seemed like she wanted to say something.

Draven peered at her through the mirror. Did he say something wrong? He turned his head to look at Avelina.

"Avelina, are you okay? Did I ask a question I shouldn’t—"

"No!" Avelina cut him off. She was smiling. "I am just happy this morning, that’s all. There is nothing to it," she replied.

Draven averted his gaze. "Really?"

"Mhm Hm." Avelina nodded.

"I have a question I’d like to ask," Draven said.