The person behind came in holding a square box, which didn’t look big, about the size of a regular square stool.
However, it was obviously not a stool or a table, as it was only about ten centimeters high, and Ava Sterling couldn’t figure out what it was.
She instinctively looked at Poe Vaughn.
Poe Vaughn dried his hands, threw the paper towel in the trash bin, and watched the person bring the item over with his hands in his pockets.
Obviously, he knew what was being delivered, since he was the one who ordered it.
But wasn’t he very busy?
Logically speaking, after the meal and the discussion, he had already taken care of her, the patient, and should have left.
What was he still doing here?
Right, Ava Sterling had just spoken to ask Poe Vaughn to leave, not to drive him away, but fearing she was delaying his work.
She was very conscientious and always believed in reciprocating favors.
Since he was good to her, naturally, she should be considerate toward him too.
But now, what was she supposed to do? She didn’t know what he wanted anymore.
The person carrying the box came in, then carefully placed it on the coffee table, opened the box, and took out the contents.
Although Ava Sterling didn’t quite understand what Poe Vaughn intended, she watched as the person performed the actions until they took out the contents.
Ava Sterling stiffened.
To be precise, he wanted her to play chess with him.
Ava Sterling didn’t have amnesia; as soon as the chessboard was brought out, she remembered the marriage agreement with a hundred clauses, one of which included playing chess with him.
Tonight he had served her so well, now it was her turn to accompany him.
Ava Sterling felt a wave of complex emotions.
Someone once said, it’s not hard to borrow again if you repay, but he was asking her to repay so soon, which was quite unexpected for her.
The person took out the chessboard, assembled the four corners, then looked at Justin Quinn: "Assistant Quinn, where should I put this?"
Justin Quinn looked at Poe Vaughn—it was President Vaughn who asked him to buy the chessboard, and now that it had arrived, where to place it naturally had to be asked of President Vaughn.
Justin Quinn spoke up: "President Vaughn, where should this be placed?"
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Whether it was just sized correctly or something else, when the chessboard table was placed, it perfectly fit between Ava Sterling’s legs, enclosing her inside.
It seemed as if it wasn’t her playing go, but go playing her.
The person adjusted the position, examined the distance between the chessboard and Ava Sterling’s body, carefully adjusted it until there was no more problem, then retrieved their hands, packed up the box, and left.
Justin Quinn also left with them, the room door closing.
At that moment, the ward was quiet, so quiet that Ava Sterling looked at this pure golden nanmu chessboard, unable to say a word.
She really didn’t know how to play...
Poe Vaughn seemed not to notice Ava Sterling’s expression, sat down, and opened the chess containers.
The containers were side by side, holding black and white chess pieces.
He opened the container holding the black pieces, picked up a piece, but didn’t play it, and instead looked at her: "Do you want black or white?"
Ava Sterling’s face was extremely stiff, looking at the piece pinched between his fingers, held in a very standard posture, exuding a noble elegance, very pleasing to the eye.
Ava Sterling tugged at her mouth, forcing a smile: "Does it make a difference?"
Poe Vaughn said: "No."
Ava Sterling: "Haha..."
If it makes no difference, then why ask her?
Time quietly passed, the steps of the night growing deeper.
At this time, Caesar Hotel.