The Prince Who Cannot Fall In Love & The Missing Heiress

Vega was still curious because Mischa seemed to be thinking of something sad. Nevertheless, she did not want to bring up the man's old wounds. Vega couldn't bear to force Mischa to tell her things he did not want to share.

As the daughter of Elios Linden, who was respected by Mischa, Vega knew it would be easy for her to force Mischa to do whatever she asked. However, the girl was aware that she must not force others to do things they don't want.

Because of this, Vega finally did not ask further. She enjoyed her dinner and talked with Mischa about trivial things. The people at the tables around them, and the guests who passed by, all seemed interested in seeing two extremely good looking people sitting eating together while chatting.

Although Vega was still a teenager, her beauty was already very prominent. Her long hair hung down to her waist and it had a beautiful platinum color, framing her fairy-like face like a goddess from the books. Her little lips were naturally red and her big round eyes were bright blue.

As a teenager, her fresh appearance looked in contrast to the handsome man sitting with her, wearing all-black clothing and formal appearance. People who saw them could only wonder what the relationship between them really was.

They couldn't be lovers because of their age difference, but they also didn't look like relatives. The attitude between the two was still rather distant, not as familiar as family members in general.

"Thank you for dinner," Vega said when they finally finished the dinner. "Tomorrow we will return to Paris, then continue to Italy. Will you also follow us to Paris?"

Mischa nodded. "Yes. I will return to Bucharest after all of you arrive in Grosetto in one piece."

"Wow ... really?" Vega smiled widely. She was very happy to hear that Mischa would still accompany them in the French capital. "Then, when we arrive in Paris, I'll treat you to dinner. My turn."

Mischa was stunned to hear Vega's words. This girl wasted no time, he thought.

"All right. I'll go to dinner with you in Paris," the man finally answered.

He was now truly convinced that Vega really liked him. Inwardly, Mischa felt a little flattered. However, he did not think about it any further. He knew Vega was still very young. The puppy love she had now would surely disappear as the girl got older.

"I will return my hotel on foot," Vega said, getting to his feet. "Thank you once again."

"Hmm ... let me walk you there," Mischa offered. "The weather is great for an evening stroll."

After Mischa paid for their food, he accompanied Vega to walk back to her inn, which was not far from the city center. Along the way, the two didn't talk much.

Mischa walked with both hands in his pockets as usual, while Vega was too happy, and her chest was filled with so much joy so she didn't want to say anything that could ruin the atmosphere. Inwardly, she only wished their walk to last forever.

Unfortunately, it was impossible. Fifteen minutes later, they arrived in front of the inn, and Vega was forced to say goodbye.

"Thank you, Big brother Mischa for taking me home. See you in Paris," said the girl with twinkling eyes.

"Have a good rest," Mischa said, nodding. He then turned away and walked in the opposite direction. He raised his hand without turning to say goodbye. "See you tomorrow in Paris."

Altair, who was busy with his cellphone and chatting with JM, was surprised to see Vega enter the room with a happy face.

"What happened to you?" he asked, lowering down his cellphone briefly. "You look like just won the lottery."

"It's none of your business," Vega said, taking off her shoes and lying on her bed with her face still filled with a smile.

Altair seemed to frown and watched Vega for a few moments. Finally, he decided not to be nosy since Vega would eventually share everything with him if she wanted to. Altair never forced his sister.

He finally refocused on his cellphone and continued chatting with JM.

***

All the way back to Paris, Vega looked very cheerful. She daydreamed a lot, and Tatiana had to pinch her several times because Vega didn't reply to her question. Her mind didn't seem to be with her body.

"What's wrong with you? What is on your mind?" Tatiana asked in amazement.

Vega turned to her best friend and blinked his eyes several times. "Me? Are you talking to me?"

"Yeah, who else am I talking to? Unless the bus window can talk, of course, I'm talking to you ..." hissed Tatiana annoyed. "Are you thinking about that sexy uncle from that time? What happened between you two? You never told me, even though I am your best friend!"

Vega raised an eyebrow, pretending to be surprised at Tatiana's question. "Why do you really want to know?"

"I'm just curious. The thing is you look so weird lately," Tatiana said with a frown. "Are you in love?"

Vega, who was sipping juice from her tumbler, suddenly spouted her drink.

"Jeez ... Tatia! You're too much," grumbled the girl. "Actually ... let me tell you something..."

"What is it?" Tatiana asked curiously.

"Uhm ... actually, that sexy uncle is ..." Vega cleared her throat and then answered with an amused face. "He is my foster brother."

"Ah, no way! You must be joking. He looks older than your father. How can he be your foster brother," said Tatiana. "If you're joking, don't go too far."

Vega looked at Tatiana, who shook her head in annoyance. She was amused to see Tatiana still insisting that Vega was only joking.

"I'm telling the truth," Vega said. "So ... he is my biological father's foster son. Do you know who my biological father is? His name is Elios Linden. He owns Rhionen-Meier Industries."

Tatiana rolled her eyes and clicked in annoyance. "You are always joking and making fun of my serious questions. I don't want to talk to you anymore."

Vega just laughed at Tatiana's response. Since she saw how Tatiana couldn't believe that Mischa was her foster brother, Vega deliberately mentioned her father's identity to test whether Tatiana would still consider her joking or not.

It turned out, sure enough, Tatiana thought Vega was joking and she became increasingly annoyed.

Tatiana did not want to talk to Vega again along the way so that the girl could finally get a peaceful sleep on the bus.

Vega couldn't wait to arrive at the hotel and get ready.. She would take Mischa to dinner one last time before they left Paris.