A Game Of Chess With A Vampire
Chapter 281: Are You Stupid? My Wife Is Dead!

Chapter 281: Are You Stupid? My Wife Is Dead!

Buttoning up his flay shirt, Draven exited his room to the room in which Avelina was inside.

He had returned to the mansion quite early, but due to seeing Avelina still fast asleep, he had no intention of disturbing her or waking her up. Although as of the moment, he was sure she would have woken up and probably freshened up with her maids.

He took a deep breath as he reached for the knob. He opened the door, stepped inside, and looked up, only to halt at the sight of Avelina, who was twirling around the room barefoot.

The pink, lovely cotton dress that suited her so well was flowing in a beautiful synchronization with her movement. Her braided buff hair, with pins decorating each step of it, bounced perfectly down to her lower back. If loosened, it would appear much longer, right down to her bottom.

A soft breath exited Draven’s nose. He could not seem to take his eyes off her. Avelina was just...breathtaking—if much suiting. Every time he laid his eyes on her, he felt the unending urge to hold her in his arms, to pamper her, and to give her the whole world. He couldn’t understand why. He had no grasp as to why he felt that way, but he had no control over it either.

Finally taking notice of him, Avelina came to an abrupt halt with her mouth softly parted in surprise. The moment her eyes met with his, she quickly turned around, leaving her back to face him.

She covered her mouth, feeling her face immediately heating up in deep abash.

Gosh! When did he come? The urge to squeal in complete embarrassment overwhelmed her.

Draven, who had approached her, moved over to stand in front of her. He slanted a bit, grabbing her chin and tilting her head up to look into her eyes.

He smiled warmly at her and suddenly averted his gaze. "I can’t look at you."

"Why not?" Avelina crumpled her brows, abruptly feeling a bad twist in her belly

"You are too beautiful..." Draven responded.

"Ye?" Avelina’s eyes slowly flickered as she mumbled subconsciously. Yes, that twist had suddenly turned into butterflies fluttering rapidly in her belly. She could not seem to look away from him, as she found herself now completely lost in his eyes, just like he was lost in hers.

Draven tucked her hair behind hers and leaned in, placing a soft peck on her chubby cheek. He pulled back, stopping his gaze on her face.

Avelina stared into his pupils, able to hear her heart pounding.

Draven let out a soft breath and suddenly grabbed her, pulling her into a warm hug. He embraced her, wrapping his arms around her small frame.

Avelina was confused, unable to understand why the sudden affection occurred, but she could not complain either, because she loved it. She really did and didn’t want it to end, but no, she was still mad at him, and she was not going to let just this quench her anger. So she pushed him away, turning around with folded arms.

Draven moved over to her front. He asked, "Are you still mad at me?"

"Yes! Go away!" Avelina glared at him, walking away to wear her slippers.

Draven took a deep breath. "Is that what you want?"

Avelina instantly came to a stop at such a question. She looked over at him but was not able to give him an answer.

The last thing she would ever want was for him to leave her, thus, all she could do was scoff instead of giving a definite answer.

Draven smiled. He strode over, grabbed her hand, and began to exit the room with her.

"Where are we going?" Avelina inquired.

Draven replied, "To the pavilion. It’s a family breakfast today."

"Oh..." Avelina blinked. "Will everything be okay?" she further queried.

"Why won’t it be?" Draven shot her a glance.

Avelina shrugged. "I don’t know. Today is not the last day of the week, and Natasha died last night, so...I am not sure if this breakfast will go well."

"It will, don’t worry." Draven smiled lightly, tightening his grip on her hand, but not so much as to hurt her.

Upon arrival at the general pavilion, they settled down, with Avelina seated next to Draven. Everyone, except Valentine, had come. As usual, he was once again late.

Through the pathway to the pavilion, Valentine walked, ruffling his messy hair. He yawned heavily and took his seat, crossing his legs.

"Bonjour, father," he greeted, grabbing an apple from the table.

Everyone except Draven and Avelina stared at him. Old Master Lenort took a deep breath to calm himself down. He refused to lose his cool as Valentine would not be the cause of it.

"Bon appetit," he said, taking his utensils to dig in.

The atmosphere was silent and gloomy. Nearly all of them had no appetite to eat, especially Ryan. He could only pick at his food, his mind flooded with the fact that his wife was dead, just like that.

But Draven, Avelina, and Valentine were an exception. They were eating to their heart’s content.

Draven was feeding Avelina as though she were a baby, and Valentine, on the other hand, was eating one meal after the other like never before. It was as though they didn’t even care about Natasha’s death—not that it wasn’t true.

Everyone could only stare at them in disbelief. How could they have an appetite to eat this much at such a horrible time like this?

Ryan’s grip on the spoon he was holding tightened, and he breathed heavily, trying not to get furious. As calmly as possible, he asked, "What the hell do you three think you are doing?"

Draven didn’t even bother to look at him but continued to feed Avelina. The one who talked was Valentine. "Hm? What do you mean?" He chewed the piece of meat in his mouth.

Ryan immediately whipped his head, glaring at him. "Are you stupid? My wife is dead, and you had the audacity to be—"

"That’s none of my business." Valentine shrugged and continued eating. "I have been having a very terrible appetite for a few days now, so please do not bother me."