Hope It's Not Too Late to Love
Chapter 618

Alistair said, "It's our fate to meet each other, miss. Please visit me often in the future." He liked Vania very much, not because seeing her reminded him of his lost daughter, but because he really liked her and felt close to her.

Vania also had a good opinion of the kindly old man. "I'll certainly visit you often when I have time."

Alistair's smile returned to his face. "That'd be great. Wanna play a game of chess with me?"

"I can only play a little. Please go easy on me, Old Mr. Jones," Vania replied modestly.

"Do your best and let me see how good you are." Alistair loved to play chess more than anything else. "Hanson is the only person among these kids who can play several rounds of chess with me." He was not at all chary of praising Hanson. "Hanson, come over and take a look, but don't say anything."

"Okay." Hanson held Vania in his arms, though he had wanted to help her. After all, Alistair was an expert chess player whom few people could beat.

Seeing that Alistair was in the mood to play, everyone gathered around them to watch them play. However, they were merely looking on; none of them thought that Vania could beat him.

The game of chess started with an ordinary and classic opening as Vania didn't ask to play with a handicap.

Over ten minutes later, Alistair put down his teacup and looked at Vania meaningfully. She was still knitting her brows, pondering over which chess move to make next with a seemingly troubled expression. Half an hour later, Alistair began to frown. After an hour, he suddenly laughed. "Haha! Hanson, your wife is quite amazing."

Hearing the sudden compliment, the others couldn't figure out what was going on, but Hanson understood what he meant. "My wife is nothing less than outstanding."

Bryan curled his lips while despising Hanson inwardly. He's starting to show off again... At this moment, he became a chess referee. "Grandpa wins by a narrow margin."

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Alistair was still laughing heartily while looking at Vania. "You didn't go all out. You were thinking about how to lose the game."

"Huh..." Bryan cried out in surprise when he heard Alistair's words.

"Grandpa, what do you mean by that?"

Alistair ignored him, though. "A poor chess player like you doesn't know anything."

Not daring to speak, Bryan immediately shut up. I'm always the one who gets hurt.

Vania smiled tenderly. "You're the chess expert here, Old Mr. Jones. All I could think about was how not to lose the game, so how could I manage to care about that much?" "Sigh, you're quite something. Hanson, you've found yourself a treasure." Alistair had a high opinion of Vania. He believed that one could be judged based on the way they played chess, so he admired her.

Hanson smiled smugly. Inwardly, he was overjoyed; he never thought his wife would be so good at chess.

Alistair said, "Vanie, let's play another game of chess. You have to do your best this time. I want to see you win." It was rare for him to be so happy.

After all, it was a pleasure to meet one's match in chess in the first place.

Vania's heart thumped when she heard Alistair call her Vanie so naturally. "Okay, I'll definitely do my best."

After another tense game of chess, Vania finally won by a wide margin.

Bryan commented with a sigh, "You're so amazing, Vania! I'm getting more and more impressed." She's my idol, alright!

Alistair also kept clapping his hands. "I'm so happy today."

Liam looked at Vania with greater surprise.

Just then, the seven little kids stood side by side in front of Alistair. They beat their chests, saying, "GreatGrandpa, we also know how to play chess. What about we play a game of chess with you?" "Oh? Okay." Seeing how confident the seven kids looked, Alistair laughed even more happily.

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