Chapter 100
Chess was simple, and with Richard’s intelligence, he had probably already known it. Letting her teach him was just a polite way to make her feel comfortable.
After finishing her soup, Sophia watched as the maid cleared away the dishes and brought her some fruit and sweet snacks
for dessert.
“I don’t actually know how to play it,” Sophia said, her eyes lighting up. “How about you teach me instead? I’ve been playing it in my own wild way.”
Richard nodded. “Sure.”
Chess wasn’t all that difficult, especially with Richard guiding her. After playing a few games together, Sophia was beginning to catch on to the strategies and tricks behind it.
But Sophia had barely recovered from her illness, and after a whole day of hiking up the mountain and making bread, her energy was all but drained.
Her energy had been limited, and after holding on for so long, plus the fatigue from eating and thinking, her eyelids felt as heavy as lead. Her hand hovered, pinching a black piece, and she fell asleep just like that.
Richard waited and waited, but Sophia never made her move. When he finally looked up, he saw she’d already nodded off, eyes shut tight, still sitting there with the black piece pinched between her fingers.
He let out a helpless, wry laugh. Honestly, this was on him. She was still healing, but he’d dragged her up the mountain and then had her drop by just to bring them bread.
But it was that thoughtful gesture of hers that shook him up inside.
She probably hadn’t had many people be kind to her in her life; otherwise, she wouldn’t have reacted so intensely, giving her all to anyone who showed her even a bit of kindness.
Richard watched her in silence for a while, then got up, grabbed a light blanket from the couch in the living room, and gently draped it over her shoulders.
It was already May, but nights in Jelasburg could still get pretty chilly. Sitting like that, she could easily catch a chill.
Seeing her hand had finally dropped, Richard leaned in and gently took the black piece from her fingers, placing it back in the box.
Furious, he snapped and started smashing up the living room, sending stuff flying everywhere. Emily heard the commotion from upstairs and rushed down to see Lucas standing there, swinging a golf club like a madman, wrecking the living room.
She was scared out of her wits, seeing that violent look in his eyes. “Lucas, what’s going on?”
“Call Sophia,” Lucas barked. “Ask her where she’s out messing around and why she still isn’t home.”
Emily shrank back, nervous. “Lucas, we’re not really on good terms. If I call her, she might not even answer.”
Lucas spun around and shot Emily a fierce glare. “Just do it. I’m telling you to call her.”
‘He’s never been this harsh with me before, Emily thought, her heart twisting painfully as tears brimmed in her eyes.
Emily bit her lip and nodded, voice barely above a whisper. “Okay, I’ll call her,” she said. She called Sophia, but once again, there was no answer.

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