A Game Of Chess With A Vampire
Chapter 71: So, You Like It?

Chapter 71: So, You Like It?

Olive permitted.

"Sure."

Valentine entered barefoot and shut the door behind him. With his hands resting behind his back, he took a step towards Olive and stood next to him.

He then said, "I never thought you could cook."

Olive glanced at him. "You had only known me for a day."

He was dressed in casual wear while wearing an apron above it. His hair was tied up in a high bun and rolled to make a donut-like style.

"Ahem! You mean two days." Valentine’s finger was over his mouth while he peeked at what he was making.

"What are you cooking?"

Olive skillfully chopped the onions into pieces. "Onion soup."

Onion soup? For some reason, Valentine was not a fan of onion soup, but he could do with it, depending on what it was served with.

He watched what Olive was doing and sort of ended up finding cooking a bit interesting. From left to right, he followed Olive.

Annoyed by it, Olive stopped what he was doing. He turned around and looked at him. "Can you stop following me up and down? It’s getting on my nerves."

"Why?" Valentine asked. "I just want to see what you are doing."

Olive pinched his forehead and took a deep breath to soothe his irritation.

"Do you mind having a shower? You reek of alcohol, and your hair is a mess."

Valentine glowered. He glanced at his tousled hair through the window and lifted his hand to smell himself.

"You... have a point. I reek of alcohol." He turned around to leave, but he came to a halt. "May I ask where the bathroom is?"

"Go to the left and take a turn. The first door you see, open it. Also, go to the guest room afterward, I have some clothes laid out for you," Olive replied while concentrating on what he was doing.

Valentine followed his instructions and came to a stop in front of the first door he saw. He turned the knob and pushed the door open. With a bit of reluctance, he stepped into the bathroom and shut the door behind him.

A bit to the left was a shower supply, as well as a fine, well-built bathtub. On the wall hung a towel rack and a toothbrush holder. Above the sink was a selection of different sets of shampoo, conditioner, hand soap, toothpaste, and the like.

Valentine’s barefoot touched the cold tiles. He moved towards the sink and looked inside the brush holder. He grabbed one of the new brushes that was still packaged with a slight bit of tear and stared at it.

Could this be his brush? But it looks too new to be his. Also, he most definitely has his own separate bathroom—that he is sure of. Hmmm. Valentine stroked his chin, a bit confused.

Unable to come to a decision, he grabbed a tube of toothpaste and went ahead to brush his teeth. He had his shower and walked to the guest room in a fluffy white robe he had found, hanging in the bathroom.

Valentine entered the room, and his gaze fell on the clothes perfectly folded on the bed. He advanced towards it, picked it up, and spread it out to look at it.

Not only does it smell like Olive, but it was too big for him.

"Well, it’s not like I have a choice." Valentine shrugged.

He wore the hoodie like that and slipped into the ash-colored sweatpants.

This... Valentine’s eyes blinked rapidly at the realization of how big the clothes turned out to be.

Was Olive this muscular and tall? Not only were the arms of the hoodie taller than his arms, but the sweat pants were also longer than his legs. This was no longer baggy! He was like a stick in clothing.

Valentine cackled at himself. "It’s not like I can complain."

He exited the room and proceeded to return to the kitchen. The door creaked open as he turned the knob, but he didn’t see anyone when he looked inside.

"Olive!" he called.

Olive’s voice sounded from another room. "Come here."

Valentine followed the sound of his voice and hurried to the room, which was the dining area.

He stepped in and ambled to the table. Olive, who was seated with his legs crossed, lifted his eyes to glimpse him.

An unknown glint flickered in his pupils, and he quickly lowered his head.

Valentine instantly frowned. He could see Olive’s shoulder rising and falling rapidly, giving a hint that he was laughing silently.

"Why are you laughing? W-what’s funny?"

Olive raised his head, his hand covering his mouth. He shook his head. "Nothing. I just didn’t think you would look that small in it."

"Sit down." He gestured.

Valentine took a seat opposite him at the table and stared at the onion soup. A steak sandwich was served alongside it. Tender and juicy.

"It smells good," he commented.

"Eat and tell me what you think," Olive said with a look of anticipation.

Valentine gave a nod. He picked up his spoon and began to eat.

Olive intently gazed at him. His hands were becoming sweaty, as the last thing he would want to hear from anyone was that his cooking was mediocre.

Valentine chewed slowly to savor the taste, then, he swallowed.

"Délicieux!"

"C’est délicieux!!"

His tone was loud, and his widened eyes were sparkling.

"OH, MY GOD!" Olive’s hanging heart finally dropped, and he heaved a deep sigh of relief.

He grinned and chuckled softly. "Don’t underestimate my skills."

"Onion soup with steak sandwiches has never tasted so good in my life. I felt my soul experience heaven for a moment there." Valentine’s face was filled with smiles.

Olive asked, "So, you like it?"

"Of course!" Valentine nodded. "I am not a fan of onion soup, but I am definitely a fan of this one. And, oh mon dieu, I have never tasted such a tasty sandwich in my entire life."

The sparkles in his eyes were highly sincere.

Olive felt proud of himself.

"It’s not much, but I am glad you like it." His ears were red from how insanely happy he felt within him that his cooking had been appreciated.

Valentine raised his head and stared at him. "Can I hire you as my chef?"