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nTranslator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

nTherefore, he didn’t associate the girl in front of him with the so-called wild girl.

nClaire was about to answer when Evans asked her another question. “Why is there no one in the house?”

nClaire replied. “They went to visit the tomb of Old Mr. Smith.”

nEvans didn’t say anything, but got up with his cane, and tottered towards the back garden.

nClaire placed the teacup back in the kitchen. She was ready to go upstairs to catch up on sleep.

nSitting at the jade stone table in the back garden, Evans suddenly beckoned her. “Come, girl, come here.”

nClaire stepped over.

nThere was a game of chess on the jade stone table.

nEvans tapped the stone bench in front of her with his cane. “Sit down and play two games of chess with me.”

nClaire didn’t speak and took a seat.

nThe sun was shining, and a sweet breeze with the fragrance of flowers fluttered their hair. The old man and the girl were sitting in the back garden and playing chess.

nNo one disturbed them. It was blissfully peaceful.

nAfter a few games, Evans was surprised. “Girl, you’re quite good at playing chess. How many years have you studied it?”

nClaire gently pushed her hair behind her ears. “I have never learned chess. This is the first time I played it.”

n“The first time?!” Evans couldn’t believe it. “Are you kidding me?”

nClaire’s expression was sincere. “I’m not.”

nEvans hit the crutches against the ground in excitement and couldn’t help but exclaim. “Little girl, you are so talented. Why don’t you learn chess with me? I’m not bragging. When I was young, I was the president of the Chess Association. Countless people wanted to learn how to play chess from me, but you are the first person who makes me want to teach you.”

nClaire smiled without saying a word.

nAfter a few more sets.

nEvans pointed to Claire, gently reproaching her. “Hey, little girl, did you deliberately make a mistake just now? Why did you lose to me deliberately? Are you afraid that I can’t afford to lose?”

nClaire lowered her eyes, saying flatly. “No, it’s just that you’re better at playing chess than me.”

nSeeing her humble attitude, Evans smiled.

nHe liked this girl.

n“Grandpa!”

nSuddenly, someone shouted in the distance.

nPhoebe rushed into the back garden holding her skirt, breaking the silence.

nShe held Evans’s arm, and cast a provocative look at Claire. She said sweetly, “Grandpa, why didn’t you tell me that you were here…”

nShe acted as if someone stole her treasure.

nClaire rested her cheek in one hand and played with a chess piece in the other, simply ignoring her.

nEvans pinched Phoebe’s little nose, and said dotingly, “I just want to give you a surprise.”

nAda came over and glanced at the chessboard on the table, surprised.

nThis was a game between Claire and her father?

n“Dad, so you and Claire already know each other.”

nWhat?!

nHearing Ada’s words, Evans suddenly widened his eyes, and his old face was full of astonishment. “You mean she is… Claire?!”

nHow could that be!

nThat wild girl was rebellious and lawless.

nBut this girl in front of him was modest and polite.

nHow could they be the same person?!

nEvans looked at Claire, and his face instantly darkened. His amiable attitude was completely gone, and a gleam of disgust flashed in his muddy eyes.

nAda beckoned to Claire. “Come here and call Grandpa.”

n“Humph, no!” Evans snorted coldly and said impatiently, “Just call me Mr. Taylor like others.”

n“Dad, why are you…”

nBefore Ada finished speaking, Claire yawned, and stood up. She put her hands into her pockets, and walked away leisurely.

nStaring at Claire’s receding figure, Phoebe leaned into Evans’s ear and whispered. “Grandpa, you must not be fooled by her. She likes to play innocent to please others!”

nEvans was in a complicated mood.

nHe felt that this girl was really very good.

nShe was completely different from what he had imagined.

nWas she… really pretending to be so?

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