A Game Of Chess With A Vampire
Chapter 306: Do You Like Edward?

Chapter 306: Do You Like Edward?

Avelina blinked her pupils, stunned. "Edward? Um, I guess so. He liked what I was reading, so we talked about it. It was sort of fun, actually."

"Why?" Draven interrupted her.

"Huh?" A look of bewilderment emerged on Avelina’s face.

Draven tightened his grip on the pen he was holding, causing it to break into two. The more she answered him, the more annoyed he got. He could not even seem to control his emotions.

"You only discuss your book with me, Avelina. Why Edward?" He tried to keep his tone calm, not wanting her to assume he was mad, even though he appeared to be.

Avelina held a sudden look of amusement.

"It doesn’t have to be only you, Draven. Besides, he just wanted to talk, and you weren’t avai—"

"Do you like him?" as Draven asked, he frantically scratched his nails against the table, starting to ruin it.

Avelina was quite taken aback by his question. "What?"

"Do you like him?" Draven repeated his question. "You laughed with him. You discussed your books with him. You smiled warmly at him and said—"

"It is not a business of yours, Draven." Avelina cut him off and laid down on the couch with her body facing the ceiling.

Draven raised his head, and in the blink of an eye, he was standing by the sofa where Avelina lay. He dropped his knees on the sofa and pressed his hands on either side of her head, towering above her.

Avelina’s heart skipped a bit, and she felt this unfamiliar chill course through her body. Her instincts were screaming at her to hide away from him, but she could not seem to move. Her body was at a total standstill, as though he had absolute control of her body in his palm.

Such eyes—he had never looked at her with such eyes before. His gaze was far worse and more intimidating compared to the first moment she met him.

At this moment, this man emerged angry, cynical, and deeply unhappy. He was reeking of emotions that she was sure even he could not understand. But the one thing she knew well that was oozing nonstop from him was the feeling of...jealousy!

Why? He couldn’t possibly be jealous of Edward, right? Why would he be? It was not like she did anything with Edward, and even if she did, there was no reason for him to be jealous.

He didn’t love her, and he didn’t even want her to stay, so what was the issue?

"Do. You. Like Edward, Avelina?" Draven questioned, his grip tightening against the silk of the sofa.

Avelina swallowed hard, mustering up the courage to speak, despite him severely intimidating her.

"I don’t!" She glared at him. "But even if I do, it is not your business. Leave me alone!"

Draven wrapped his right arm around her small waist, pulling her up to tightly hug her.

"Don’t look at me with such eyes, Avelina. Please." He buried his face in her neck, inhaling her scent.

Avelina, completely at a loss for words and confused, fluttered her eyes, not sure what had just happened. One minute he was angry, and another minute he was embracing her.

"What...are you doing?" she asked.

Did he really think she would allow him to hold her however he pleases him after breaking her heart? She has yet to forgive him, and she has no intention of doing so.

She loved him indeed, but that did not mean she would let him have his way with her. He could not possibly hug her whenever he desired, bury his face in her neck, and try to cuddle her. Of course not!

If he wanted to do those things, he ought to earn it—to make her his. He couldn’t do just whatever he wanted, and when the time was up, he would replace her with another woman. That was totally unacceptable!

"Let go of me, Draven!" She tried to push him off.

Draven tightened his hold on her. "But why?" he asked, exhausted. "I just want to hold you. Just for a minute!"

"I don’t want you to! I don’t want you to touch me, so please let go of me." Avelina pressed her hands against his muscled chest and groaned, trying to push him off. But it was futile. He was way bigger than she was, thus, there was no possibility that she could actually push him off if he didn’t want her to.

Draven blinked, taking a deep breath. "You must really hate me if you won’t even let me hold you anymore."

Avelina did not respond to him but simply looked away, hell-bent on making him leave her alone.

A glint of sadness brimmed in Draven’s pupils, and he reluctantly let go of her. He got off the couch, and without saying another word to her, he left the room, slamming the door shut.

Avelina’s chest rose and she fell in heavy breathing. She swallowed hard and fell flat on the sofa, suddenly devoid of energy.

She shut her eyes, not even able to think at that moment.

.....

Draven sat in the pavilion with his legs crossed. He was constantly fiddling with his fingers, seeming to be in deep thought.

Santino, who shortly arrived at the pavilion, cleared his throat, snapping him out of his drifting thoughts.

"Young master."

"What did you find out?" Without sparing him a glance, Draven questioned.

Santino slightly bowed with his hand to his chest. He reported, "From what I found out, it seems that Sir Edward is here in his majesty’s order."

"My father?" Draven frowned, finally looking at Santino.

Why would his father invite Edward to the royal mansion? Although it sort of made sense, considering that there was absolutely no way Edward would be in the royal mansion if not for his father’s order,

But why? Why did he invite Edward to the royal mansion?

Draven went ahead to inquire, "Why? Did something happen?"

Santino shook his head.

"No. His Majesty invited Sir Edward to the royal mansion to perform an autopsy on Lady Natasha."

"An autopsy?" Draven’s brows wrinkled in suspicion. "Why so? Aren’t there tons of doctors already invited? Why Edward?"