A Game Of Chess With A Vampire
Chapter 62: Of Course, She Did!

Chapter 62: Of Course, She Did!

Avelina’s glazed eyes shifted to him.

"What... what did you just say about murder right now?"

"Hm?" Draven could not comprehend the reason for her question.

"The part about almost murdering me—are you saying that Natasha was the one behind it?" Avelina questioned, her expression not looking good at all.

Draven nodded at her. "Yes, she is."

Avelina quickly shut her eyes to suppress her anger. She opened her eyes the next minute and smiled at Draven in a very insincere manner. "You know what I said before about petty? I’ll take it back."

"It would be very nice if you could add a little bit more heartlessness as a topping for your plan. Something that will make her cry to the point where she will have no appetite. I want something that will hurt her to the core of her heart—something that will make her feel her heart bursting out of her chest."

"Oh, how it will make my soul weep in joy." Her eyes were menacingly narrowed.

Draven, who was watching her, blinked. "You sound very evil, Avelina."

Avelina quickly looked at him. "Do I?"

"You do." Draven nodded.

Avelina started to chuckle, amused. Her eyes were filled with hostility towards Natasha.

Draven laughed, very entertained by her behavior.

"You are very amusing sometimes." His smile was genuine.

Avelina paused and looked at him.

"It’s not funny, Draven. I really mean it!" she said with wrinkled brows.

Draven laughed even more as he nodded.

"Sure, sure, I will make that happen."

He ran his fingers through his hair, brushing them back and leaving only a few strands to fall over his face.

Avelina was instantly pulled in by that movement. Her eyes broadened with lit speckles of light flickering in her pupils. Her lips quivered as though she had something to say, but she couldn’t utter a word.

Draven, who was perplexed as to why she was gazing at him without breaking eye contact even once, darted his gaze around. The way she was staring at him made him feel some sort of way, but he could not fathom what it was.

He glanced at himself, wondering if he had something on him.

"Avelina, is there something on me?" he inquired, genuinely confused.

Avelina immediately snapped out of her dazed state. She furiously fluttered her lashes and quickly buried her flushed face in her palms.

Oh, dear Lord, what just happened to me? She felt the urge to disappear into thin air, but the problem was that it was not possible.

Draven glanced around, puzzled. He shifted closer to her and touched her forehead.

Avelina slowly lifted her head to meet his gaze. "What...are you doing?"

Draven answered with no hesitation, "I want to see if you are okay or perhaps still have a cold. Your face is flushed, so I thought you might still be a little bit sick, if not completely."

Avelina stared at him and softly smiled, inwardly embarrassed. "No, I am fine."

Draven returned a half-smile and let go. He laid down and covered himself with the duvet.

"I will be going to sleep now. You can sleep with me if you want to. You look like you could need some more."

Avelina agreed with him and lay down with her gaze fixated on the ceiling.

——-

Laying in his coffin, Ryan, who was restless, blinked his lashes apart.

He pushed the coffin open and climbed out of it. With his hands stuffed into the pocket of his pants, he approached Natasha’s coffin and squatted down beside it.

Since the incident last night, Natasha has not said a word to him or anyone else. She has been quiet and unwilling to speak. Why? He wondered.

A deep breath fled his nose, and he knocked on the coffin.

"My love," he called.

But Natasha did not answer.

She was awake—she could hear him, but she did not feel like answering him. It was quite obvious that her mood was low.

Ryan pinched between his brows and opened the coffin himself. His eyes met Natasha’s, who was awake.

"What?" Natasha frowned at him.

Ryan did not reply. He simply grabbed her hands and pulled her up to get her in a sitting position.

He gently grabbed her chin.

"What is going on with you? Why have you refused to talk to me or anyone?"

Natasha dropped her head and fidgeted with her hands.

"My love." Ryan lifted her head to have her look at him. He tucked her hair behind her ear and leaned in to place a soft kiss on her forehead.

"I want to ask you a question," he said.

Natasha crumpled her brows, seeming to already have an idea of what he wanted to query about. "What is it?"

Ryan took a moment before inquiring, "Did Avelina really steal your necklace?"

"Of course she did!" Natasha immediately tightened her balled fist. "Do you also think I am lying?" Her eyes were already hanging low, as though she would cry at any moment.

"No, no, no!" Ryan shook his head at her.

"Of course not! I just want to be sure. They humiliated you, and of course, I would not let them get away with it. That is why I am asking so that I can be sure of it before I act."

Natasha’s eyes immediately lit up in a slight bit of delight. "Really? You will do something, right?"

"Yes, I will. I just wanted to confirm if she really did it." Ryan nodded at her.

Natasha widely smiled and quickly stepped out of the coffin. She jumped into Ryan’s arms, pushing him to the floor and tightly hugging him.

"Oh, how much I love you," she whispered into his ears, suddenly gaining all her vitality back.

Ryan smiled. "I would do anything for you."

He caressed her hair, lovingly embracing her.

——-

Standing guard outside the door, Santino glanced at the watch clasped around his wrist. His brows slowly creased together.

It was already five o’clock to six p.m., and yet neither his young master nor Lady Avelina was awake. Set aside his young master, how could Lady Avelina possibly still be asleep by now? She is human. Wouldn’t this just make it impossible for her to sleep at night?

He was confused and quite apprehensive.

To make sure that they were okay, Santino turned around and placed three light knocks on the door. "Young master, are you alright in there?"

But no response was received. A frown settled in between his brows as he began to worry even more.

"Young master, may I come in?" He delivered another light knock on the door.

Draven did not answer, which led him to make the decision to go in regardless of the lack of permission.

Santino turned the doorknob and opened the door. He entered the room and glanced at the bed. Almost instantly, his pupils dilated and his face contorted, showing a look of deep shock and disbelief.

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