Nora Camp wore a gentle smile on her face, slightly lowering her head to gently caress her abdomen.
Harrison Clark thought for a long time and said, "Congratulations."
"Thanks." Nora Camp gently patted the chessboard, "Now there's no need for us to mate, so just come and play a game of chess with me directly."
Harrison Clark sat down.
Halfway through the game, the black pieces he held were completely defeated, with no chance of victory.
This scene had been replayed countless times in the past six months.
He lost every time, the process was always different, but the result remained the same.
In the past, Harrison Clark felt that this kind of failure made him feel bored, barely persevering for the sake of engaging in the interesting chess warm-ups.
But Nora Camp seemed to never get tired of it, as if she could never get enough.
