The Prince Who Cannot Fall In Love & The Missing Heiress - Chapter 319

“Heyy .. there’s a designer I have been wanting to meet. I’ll go see her first, okay…” Tatiana, who knew her place, immediately got up from her seat and pretended to chase a designer towards the next room.

“Oh, well.. I’m very thirsty. I’ll go get a drink. You guys just wait here, okay,” said Altair who immediately walked, following Tatiana away from Vega and Mischa.

inwardly, he laughed to himself. Wow, he was so impressed by how well Mischa had been handling things. Maybe that’s how a man mature like Mischa rolled. Ha. He didn’t play with words and didn’t go in circles.

He just casually conveyed his wishes to ask Vega on a date. Mischa really didn’t look shy nor awkward. He looked very confident with his gestures and his words.

Now, Altaïr would leave the two of them alone so Mischa could talk to Vega without other people present.

Who knows, maybe their conversation would lead to topics like love.. hehehe. Altaïr would be watching from afar. He did not want to be the third wheel.

“What did you say earlier?” asked Vega, looking at Mischa with an amused expression. “Mischa, did you say you wanted to ask me out? Are you serious?”

Mischa nodded. “I’m serious. If you will allow this uncle to go out with you, I will be delighted.”

Vega burst into laughter when she heard his words. “Ssshh … Mischa, you are not that old. Hmm .. okay. I’ll have dinner with you. After that, we’ll see.”

“Thank you …” said Mischa, looking at Vega with a smile.

Ahhh .. the more he saw Vega, the more he liked this girl. Vega was now back like the old Vega that he knew.

Except for her brown eyes, her beautiful face, beautiful platinum hair, and her healthy body were exactly like the Vega Linden he met seven years ago. Her personality was now warm and confident. She was very charming.

[JM and I have to attend a last-minute fashion bash. Could you please take my sister home? I would really appreciate it. Thank you!]

[Vega, I am really sorry, but JM suddenly needs me to stay with her and meet some people. Please go home with Mischa. I will see you tomorrow.]

An hour later, two text messages from Altair arrived at Mischa and Vega’s phones, respectively.

The two people looked at each other in puzzlement.

“Looks like we’ll go home without Altair,” commented Vega.

“I think so,” replied Mischa.

The man smiled to himself, guessing that Altaïr and JM were deliberately making excuses not to come home with him and Vega. They must know that Mischa was interested in Vega and wanted to give the man an opportunity to be with her.

“Wanna go now?” Mischa extended his hand, and Vega immediately held it.

Mischa looked so relaxed when he and the girl went out of the theater to the front of the lobby. As they were walking across the foyer and lobby, Mischa and Vega attracted a great deal of attention.

Many people were curious to know who they really were. Nobody had seen Mischa and Vega at fashion events before, and they wondered if the two were from royalty or not.

Usually, many European aristocratic families closed themselves off and only went out to the public on special occasions.

“Please, get in.” Mischa opened the door for Vega. After the girl sat nicely at the front and closed the door, Mischa got into the car and sat in the driver’s seat.

“Thank you for driving us and accompanying us,” said Vega as she turned to Mischa with a beaming face.

“I am happy to do it,” said Mischa. He then drove his car towards the Nobel Hotel. “Oh by the way… Where do you want to eat? We can eat at that restaurant at the top of the Eiffel Tower or we can eat dinner at the penthouse? I can cook.”

When she heard Mischa’s question, Vega seemed to think for a moment. Her gaze was directed out the car window. She liked what she saw. She rarely went out because she was turned off by the fact that she had to bring her group of bodyguards.

They would happily accompany and look after her, but the girl would prefer that she walk around freely.

On the right, she saw the Eiffel tower that stood tall in the middle of Paris. The lights had been turned on and it looked really beautiful.

“Shall we go to the Eiffel Tower area?” asked the girl. “I haven’t been here in seven years. I know it feels corny to be playing tourist, but I want to feel how it’s like to be a tourist again.. hahaha.”

Mischa nodded lightly. “I know what you mean. I’ll take you there for a walk.”

“Ahhh .. thank you!”

Vega was so happy that she was humming her favorite song. She remembered the last time she came to Paris with her school friends. She and Altair acted like tourists who had never been to Paris. It was so exciting.

Mischa parked his car near Trocadero and invited Vega to explore Champ De Mars. The girl refused to go to the top of the tower because she had done it so many times in the past. After all, in summer like this, the queue was quite long.

The summer sun was still visible in the sky, illuminating the city of Paris with its reddish glow. In an hour, the sun would soon be setting, and many people were enjoying a picnic on the grass on the Champ De Mars while enjoying the sunset view and the lights of the Eiffel Tower with their group of friends and loved ones.

The atmosphere looked festive and fun. Vega spread out her hands and walked cheerfully while pulling Mischa’s hand towards one of the spots in the middle of the grassy field, which was still vacant.

“Let’s just sit here,” said Vega. Without waiting for the man to answer, she took off her shoes and sat casually on the thick grass, facing the Eiffel Tower. Mischa just shook his head and smile at Vega’s behavior.

He could see how much this girl enjoy going out like an ordinary person. Mischa was very happy because his foster father trusted him like he would trust himself. That was why he let Vega go around with Mischa, without having to be followed by a group of bodyguards.

Mischa was determined not to let Elios down. From now on, no matter what, he would never leave Vega alone.

He had learned his lessons from seven years ago when he let his guard down, and Vega ended up being kidnapped and missing for years.

Ah … if he could protect Vega forever, he would gladly do it.

“How about we picnic here like the other tourists?” asked Vega. “We still have an hour before it gets dark. The sunset here is gorgeous.”

“You don’t want dinner?” asked Mischa. He looked at his watch. “It’s 8 pm already. Aren’t you hungry?”

He saw many couples or groups of friends around them who were prepared with food and drink for the picnic. Meanwhile, he and Vega came here spontaneously and didn’t prepare anything.

Vega smiled broadly. She waved her hand at several hawkers who roamed Champ De Mars, offering bottled water, wine, and snacks to tourists having a picnic there.

“Good evening, Miss. Would you like a bottle of champagne? Or wine? We have red wine and white wine …”

Mischa was stunned to see Vega casually picking out wine bottles from the ice bucket that the hawker was holding.

“You want to buy wine from this hawker?” asked the man with an expression of disbelief.

“We didn’t bring food with us, so we have to be creative,” said Vega with a laugh. “I prefer red wine. How about you?”

Mischa nodded. “Red wine is okay.”

“One red wine,” said Vega to the hawker. “Do you sell paper cups?”

The hawker shook his head. “I’m sorry, Miss. Today, we have so many buyers, and I run out of paper cups. You can just drink from the bottle. It’s okay, right? It’s fun….”

Vega pursed her lips as she stared at the wine bottle and Mischa’s face. Her attention was focused on his lips.

“Why?” asked Mischa. “Don’t you want it anymore?”

“I do.. but …” Vega’s cheeks suddenly flushed with a rosy hue. “We have to drink from the bottle …”

At first, Mischa did not understand why Vega was blushing. After thinking for a while, he realized what the girl was thinking.

Ahh … Vega seemed shy to share a drink from the same bottle with Mischa because it would feel like they were having an indirect kiss.