After Noelle left with the thermos, Charles turned his gaze back to Sebastian’s piercing eyes, which seemed capable of seeing through one’s soul.
Charles smiled calmly, unfazed by the intense scrutiny. How about a game of chess, sir?”
Sebastian snorted but stood up nonetheless. “Fine. Let’s go to the study.”
Charles followed Sebastian, his smile unwavering. Despite his age, Sebastian was still spry, moving with a youthful vigor. Once they reached the study, Charles easily found the chessboard and set it up, waiting for Sebastian to join him.
Sebastian glanced at Charles. “Don’t think that just because Noelle spoke up for you, I’ve forgiven you. Noelle is my granddaughter, and I know her temperament well.”
“You’re right, sir,” Charles replied, setting up the chess pieces. “I’ve always known of your skill in chess since our school days. How about you give me a two–piece advantage?”
“You wish!” Sebastian shot Charles a sideways glance. “Don’t think I don’t know what you’re up to. When I introduced Noelle to you, you didn’t show much interest. I could tell you weren’t particularly eager. You two have no foundational emotional bond.”
Sebastian moved his first piece, his sharp eyes fixed on Charles.
Charles was unperturbed. He moved a black piece on the board. He smiled and picked up another black piece, playing with it between his fingers. “With all due respect, feelings can develop unexpectedly and can also be nurtured.”
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