The Prince Who Cannot Fall In Love & The Missing Heiress

The family ate dinner in a warm atmosphere. Nicolae was the Linden kids' favorite uncle, as well as the godfather of Altair and Vega. His presence in the house always made them happy.

"Ah ... it's already 8 pm. The children and I will have to go home now. Tomorrow they have to go to school," Nicolae said after finishing his wine. He rose from his seat and tapped Altair and Vega's shoulders alternately. "Let's say goodbye to your parents."

Altair rose from his chair and embraced his father and then mother, followed by Vega. The twins were now almost 16 years old. Their faces and overall appearance were very similar. Altair was just taller by a head than his twin sister.

They both had beautiful faces with high noses, thin red lips, and brilliant blue eyes. Except for the eye color, they both inherited their biological father's face and hair. Vega's platinum hair flowed beautifully down to her waist, while Altair let his hair grow to his shoulders.

When he was little, he did not like his face that he thought looked like a girl's. However, after meeting his father, who was very masculine with a face similar to his, Altair became more confident with his looks. He knew that he too would grow into a very manly man like his father.

Now, he also didn't mind letting his hair grow that long since the girls at school seem to think he looked cool with such hair.

Ah, that's right... Altair was very popular among girls at George Washington High School. His locker in school was always filled with love letters or gifts from his fans.

Every time he went home carrying the stack of love letters, his father would facepalm himself. He would murmur that even though Altair was a man, he also had to wait until he was a century-old before thinking about love.

"Ah ... Father, you sound so old-fashioned. Now it's modern times," Altair said every time with a laugh. Just like Vega, he never seriously took his father's words to heart.

Altair had liked one girl since they were little. This girl was named Jean-Marie Wang, or as she would prefer to be called JM. She is the daughter of a family friend, and they often met at family events.

JM was very beautiful and had become a professional model at the tender age of 15. Because JM was still very young, just like himself, Altair was in no hurry to establish a relationship. But he knew for certain, he would not let JM wait for him for a hundred years.

"Be careful on the road, okay," Aleksis said, hugging her two eldest children alternately and then releasing them to Nicolae's car. Not long after, they had disappeared into the highway, and the mansion's large gate closed automatically.

She walked following the steps of her husband, who was driving away their two youngest children, the six-year-old Ireland and Scotland, to go into their bedroom and sleep.

"Come on, it's bedtime for you now. I'll read you a story," Elios Linden said, holding Ireland and Scotland on his right and left.

He really enjoyed his role as a father from day one since the two boys were born. He had read thousands of books to them as bedtime stories, never missing a day.

Ireland and Scotland were born to him by his wife after they were reunited. Both boys inherited their father's purple eyes, but their appearance was more similar to Aleksis' mother who was half Asian. Both had brown hair and visible Asian features.

"Alright... where were we?" Elios asked, flipping through Grimm's fairy tale book in his hand.

"We were reading about the witch when she arrives in the palace!" exclaimed Ireland excitedly.

"Ah, that's right..." Elios opened the page that his son referred to and continued reading the story to the two children.

Aleksis peeked through the door and smiled in satisfaction when she saw her husband and sons were engrossed in their story for the night. She then walked to the front terrace with a bottle of wine and two glasses in hand. She poured the wine into her glass and sipped it while watching the full moon shining brightly in the night sky.

Later, after her husband finished putting their children to sleep, he would join her on the terrace, and they would drink together while chatting.