Chapter 29

Because of Wolfie, Tom believes that whatever happens in the future, he will get through it.

For a moment, a pair of light gray eyes filled with sadness appeared in his mind.

Tom felt her body stiffen at the memory.

The feelings she had for that man... were complicated. He couldn't explain it anymore with words.

Perhaps the cruel behavior directed by the werewolf was due to his destiny as a werewolf. It might also be due to his burdensome past, and maybe it was the request of the old servant that actually woke him up. Tom felt that she couldn't hate the man.

But still, he was a stranger in Tom's eyes.

The world outside the window was an extremely dense darkness accompanied by occasional thunder and lightning. Tom immediately felt hungry at this time, so she got out of bed and decided to look for the dining room in the palace to satisfy her hunger.

Tom didn't realize that the palace was so big that she ended up getting lost in the palace too.

He then descended the stairs then faintly heard something echo through the walls around him.

Down through the dark alley, Tom followed where the voice came from. Then the voice became clearer than before and Tom realized it was filled with sorrow and sadness.

A few moments later, Tom arrived in front of a room; that sad and pitiful voice came from within the room.

Just as he was hesitating whether to knock on the door or not, it suddenly opened by itself.

Damian stood at the entrance, dressed in sapphire blue. Damian suppressed his emotional urges deep in his heart then he silently watched Tom. And in the end, he stepped aside to let Tom in, "Come in." He said softly.

"Tomorrow morning, I'll let you get out of here, but before that..." Damian took a deep breath then he looked at Tom seriously, "Before that, will you accompany me for the whole night?"

Tom looked around the room, the room seemed to be Damian's bedroom. Tom then repeated hesitantly; "Accompany you... for the night?"

Tom lowered her head with her body stiffened. 'Don't tell me, if he still wants to...'

Damian who saw Tom stiffen at his words, moved calmly towards Tom and grabbed Tom's hand, "Shall we..."

But Tom pushed Damian's hand away at once and cut off his sentence, "I don't want to!"

"... eat." Damian, who was taken aback by Tom's hand, could only finish his sentence slowly.

Tom heard the last words of Damian's sentence, unable to believe what she had just heard. Instantly the atmosphere in the room turned awkward.

Tom put on an inexplicable expression as she asked, "Did you say, um, eat?"

Damian then turned to burn the wood in the fireplace, warming the entire room.

He then stepped in front of the long table and pulled up a chair as he waited for Tom to come over to him.

"Well..." The table was filled with sumptuous and expensive food. At either end of the table were wine glasses and beautiful cutlery on them. Tom stared blankly at the sight then she came over to sit on the chair Damian had provided. Damian who saw Tom sitting on the chair he pulled then proceeded to wrap the napkin around Tom's chest.

When his finger accidentally touched Tom's neck, the startled Tom immediately avoided Damian's hand. Seeing that, Damian could only understand the response that was given by Tom.

"...Is red wine okay for you?" Damian said softly. In his hand was a wine bottle with a classic design. Tom, who saw it, was sure that the wine must have been of old age and the taste would not disappoint, even though Tom was the type of person who rarely drank wine just looking at the bottle, everyone would understand this.

Tom nodded flatly. Tom saw a red liquid flowing from the bottle Damian was holding into the glass in front of him.

The sweet smell of red wine being poured into Tom's glass filled the room.

Then, Damian sat down at the table opposite Tom. They ate quietly and stole glances at each other without saying anything.

Tom found it difficult to swallow her food because Damian kept staring at her without saying a word. When the gray haired man saw Tom's agitated expression, he tightened his grip on his spoon, trying desperately to control his aching heart. To Damian, Tom's restless demeanor indicated that Tom wasn't comfortable around him, even though they were so far apart.

"Umm..." Uncomfortable with this kind of atmosphere, Damian finally broke the silence, "Is the taste of the food... not right for you?"

"Oh no, the food is good. Really." Tom felt very awkward because of Damian's question. He realized that his attitude was probably what made the atmosphere of the room so tense. But what could he do, his body reacted faster than his mind.

"Can you play chess?" Damian tried to change the subject to melt away the tense atmosphere that had been torturing him.

"Ha?" Tom raised her head and tilted it in confusion.

Among the various entertainment options available, when he was still a human, Damian liked to play chess with himself.

"I used to play it alone when I was young because the maid couldn't seem to understand the game of chess. Would you like to play chess with me?"

"Well, it depends, but... How does one play chess alone?"

"Oh, that's easy. You just have to imagine the enemy sitting in front of you, when you are done with your turn, you move the other side as if you were your enemy..." Damian said while noticing the expression Tom showed at his explanation.

Seeing how Tom was showing his interest, Damian put down his cutlery and took out the chess kit he had prepared beforehand.

Thirty-two chess pieces made of elephant tusks, carved into beautiful pieces into the shape of chariots, horses, cannons and warriors.

To be continued