A Game Of Chess With A Vampire
Chapter 66: If You Don’t, I Will Leave You Here!

Chapter 66: If You Don’t, I Will Leave You Here!

Valentine gave him a look that said: Are you serious?

"Isn’t it only proper that you do?" he asked, chucking down another glass of alcohol. "I mean, I responded to your query, no?"

Olive let out a soft breath and took a few sips of his Bordeaux wine.

"A hundred and twenty years," he said.

Valentine immediately paused and looked at him. "You are of the same age as my older brother."

"Am I?" Olive knew instantly that he was speaking of Draven, but he didn’t make that known.

He brushed his fingers through his hair and said with a slight tinge of concern in his voice, "You should stop drinking. Your face is flushed red, and you are getting drunk."

But Valentine simply shrugged it off and continued drinking.

Twenty minutes plus progressed by...

Olive abruptly stood up from his chair.

"I will be taking my leave." He paid the waitress and turned around to leave, but the waitress called him back.

"Monsieur, His Highness is your friend, right? Please take him with you. He is drunk, and I do not think he has come here with anyone," she implored.

Olive glanced over his shoulder to glimpse the waitress. "He is not my friend."

"Huh?" The waitress clearly didn’t believe him. She had seen them eating and chatting. Could he possibly be trying to abandon him there?

"Monsieur, we do not allow drunk customers to—"

Olive turned around and scowled at her. "I told you he is not my friend! What part of that sentence do you not understand?"

He moved around to storm off, but he stopped when he felt someone grab his hand. Thinking it was the waitress, he turned around to snap at her, however, he swallowed his words when he saw that it was Valentine who held him.

"T-take me with you, mon ami," Valentine pleaded in a drunken voice.

Olive felt irritated and annoyed. He immediately snatched his hand and turned around to walk off. Valentine staggered off to follow him, but he was stopped by a random lady who suddenly began to rush toward him.

"Votre Altesse, please give me a few moments of your ti—" The lady slipped and pushed Valentine, causing them to fall to the floor with a heavy thud. The young woman landed on top of him, and she quickly pressed her hands on the ground to lift herself.

Valentine, on the other hand, was dormant. His eyes, for unknown reasons, were dilated in terror, and his lips were quivering like those of a person in the middle of a really cold, snowy mountain.

His body suddenly began to tremble rapidly and uncontrollably. With a large amount of his strength, he pushed the lady off him, unintentionally sending her off and slamming her onto the wall.

At that moment she was above him, Valentine had glimpsed the face of a woman that he had dreaded his entire life. A woman that put him through hell—the face that would never stop hunting him like a nightmare. That face was a monster that he could never get over—a monster that would live deep in his memories.

He quickly crawled backward with a horrified look and coiled up in a corner, immediately starting to rock himself back and forth.

Olive, who had heard the commotion, halted before he could step out of the door. He swiveled, only to cease at the sight of Valentine, who was seated on the floor with his legs folded to his chest and his arms wrapped around his knees. He was still shaking nonstop, and his eyes were widening abnormally and twitching in fright as though he had glimpsed a ghost.

Confused, Olive walked back to him. He squatted down beside him and grabbed his chin, pitching his head up to have him look at him. "Hey! Valentine!"

He shook his head and examined him to see what was wrong with him. "Are you okay? What is suddenly going on with you?"

Valentine did not give him a response. He was still trembling.

"Can you get me a bottle of water?" Olive glanced at the waitress, who stood beside them, with an apprehensive look.

Without hesitation, the waitress rushed to get some water. Olive collected the bottle of water from her and opened the lid. He poured it all over Valentine’s head, hoping to snap him out of the state he was in.

"Valentine, snap out of it!" He furiously tapped Valentine’s cheek and stood up to his feet. "Get up and follow me, or else I will leave you here alone."

Olive patiently waited, but Valentine did not say a word or make an attempt to get up. It was as though he didn’t even hear him.

Olive pinched between his brows and grabbed both of his hands. He yanked him up to his feet and turned around to have his back facing him.

"Get on," he said to him. His voice was tinged with a bit of annoyance, as he could not bring himself to leave him in that state, even though he does not like him even one bit. Not just that, but he was still his boss’s younger brother.

Olive piggybacked him and walked out of the restaurant. He made his way to his motorcycle and put Valentine down to his feet.

"Hey, listen." He turned around to look at him. Valentine was still not acting like himself. "I will let you go with me and stay a little bit in my private house because I cannot take you back to the royal mansion, however, you will need to snap out of it first!"

"If you don’t, I will leave you here."

Valentine was simply gazing at him in response. It was as though he had yet to find the will to say a word.

Now, annoyed to the core, Olive proceeded to board his bike and leave, but Valentine grabbed the hem of his shirt, stopping him.

"Please...take me with you." His tone was laced with a depressing feeling, which left Olive to wonder what exactly had left him in such a state. What did he see, or maybe remember?

Left with no other choice, Olive gave him his helmet. "Wear it."