How My Ex Became My Next by Kirk Stanley ( Gilda Lynch ) novel Chapter 315

Chapter 315 

Upon seeing this, Levi whispered to Alan, “Why don’t we take a break?” 

Alan hurriedly made a gesture to interrupt him, “You’re unaware of the rule of silent spectatorship in chess?” 

Levi hurriedly shut up and looked at Gilda. 

Gilda was always serene, her face betraying no hint of emotion. She refused to panic even when this chess game was tied to a lifelong event. 

Levi sneered inwardly, thinking, ‘Go ahead and pretend. Let’s see how long you can keep it up.‘ 

“Hey, no way! Why did you take my piece…” Alan hurriedly interrupted Gilda and said, “My last move was poor. May I retract it?” 

Alan returned his chess piece with a flat sneer as he spoke, ‘It’s Levi’s fault. He disrupted my concentration. Ms. Lynch, is it possible for me to retract my last move?” 

Gilda didn’t say anything, but her expression was saying, “What do you think?” 

could he not know this basic etiquette? With a gritted teeth determination, he muttered, “Well, it’s done now. Let it be!” 

Alan’s expression betrayed his discomfort. After playing chess for so many years, ho 

So he removed his piece from the chessboard, putting Gilda in the advantageous position in the game that had originally been evenly matched. 

A sweaty bead began to form on Alan’s forehead, marking the first time in years that he had faced such a formidable 

opponent. 

Gilda’s strength should not be underestimated. 

Alan played chess more seriously. They played the game for over an hour, but there was no winner. Both of them were very 

patient. 

*Ms. Lynch, you are the first person who has ever made me feel so impressed. It’s amazing that you can play chess with me to this point. 

Alan had been studying chess for more than twenty years. 

Anyone who played chess with him could not complete even thirty moves, but Gilda’s chess skills were obviously better than his. 

“Thank you, Alan. My grandfather taught me how to play chess when I was a child. I seldom play them on ordinary days.” 

Hearing this, Alan was too shocked. She was merely playing chess casually, yet she made him, a seasoned chess player who had been playing for years, off guard. 

“Ms. Lynch, you are too modest.” 

Chapter 315 

Gilda moved the last chess plece, and Alan was lost and said, “Alan, I won.” 

Alan’s hands trembled, and his eyes widened as he saw no way out for him. 

He lost. 

He lost completely.