The Prince Who Cannot Fall In Love & The Missing Heiress - Chapter 320

Initially, Mischa did not understand why Vega was blushing. She was old enough to drink wine, right? So.. what made her blush in embarrassment?

Finally, after thinking about it for a while, he realized what was in the girl’s mind. 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.

Ahhh … the man smiled to himself when the thought came to him. Vega must be feeling shy because she didn’t have experience with men.

Because she lost six years of her life, some aspects of her life were lost too. Vega moved from that 16-year-old girl who had never been kissed to now a 23-year-old girl without the memory during her early adulthood.

This girl certainly didn’t remember having kissed anyone or being in any intimate relationships in her previous life. That part of her was long gone and forgotten.

That’s why such things as having an indirect kiss from the bottle like this made her feel shy. For Mischa, who was now 48, Vega’s innocence was very adorable.

He cleared his throat and took another bottle of wine from the ice bucket. “How about we buy two bottles? So we don’t have to share.”

Vega shook her head. “Ahh .. there is no need to do that. We’ll just waste the wine and the bottle. I don’t think we each can finish a bottle. No way … I don’t mind sharing wine with you.”

“Okay, then. We’ll take this one. Ah, by the way, this guy also sells sandwiches. Would you like to eat a sandwich to fill your tummy? It’s not good to drink wine on an empty stomach. We can eat supper after watching the sun go down,” Mischa suggested.

Vega nodded happily. “I’d love that!”

She received a paper bag containing two sandwiches from the hawker and placed them carefully on her lap, then asked the guy to uncork the wine bottle.

“Here you go, Miss.”

“Thank you,” Vega exclaimed happily. She accepted the wine bottle, put it on the grass, and then stretched out her hand to Mischa. “Give me money to pay for this. I don’t have money with me.”

“Oh … of course,” said Mischa with a laugh. He found it funny that the daughter of the wealthiest family in the world today didn’t have money to pay for a snack. He was happy that he still kept some cash in his wallet for emergencies like this.

Mischa reached into his pocket and pulled out a 500 euro bill from his small leather wallet. He gave it to the hawker and said, “Keep the change.”

The hawker was delighted to receive such a big tip. He waved with a broad smile and thanked Mischa many times.

“Don’t you have a smaller bill?”” asked Vega. “Not many people have 500-euro bills with them unless they are criminals or doing money laundering.”

It was true. Usually, people didn’t bring a lot of cash with them. It was rare for people to carry the biggest banknote unless they were smuggling money or involved in the underworld.

A lot of dirty politicians or criminals would do transactions in cash to remove money trails. To reduce the amount of bills to carry, they would use the highest value.

Singaporean dollars was one of their favorite currency because the highest banknote value was S$10,000. For S$100,000 transactions, they only needed to carry 10 bills of the highest value.

Mischa was used to this type of thing. He hated having a thick wallet, so the less cash he could carry, the better. Having 10 of those 500 euro bills meant he could easily throw cash when needed, and he could keep using his thin and small wallet.

The wine they bought was actually quite cheap, around 3 euros, but the hawker sold it for more than three times the original price, so it was 10 euros.

With two sandwiches, their total purchase might cost only around 15 euros. However, Mischa casually gave 500 euros for them and asked the guy to keep the change. Of course, his generosity made the hawker extremely happy.

He kept saying thank you, over and over again.

“It’s okay,” said Mischa with a smile. For him, that money was nothing. He wouldn’t even mind paying a million euros for the wine and sandwiches.

This beautiful moment with Vega was worth more than all of his wealth.

They ate sandwiches and took turns drinking wine from the bottle while watching the sunset. The lights on the Eiffel Tower were also turned on. The picnic felt really pleasant and beautiful with the sunset and the majestic tower as the backdrop.

Vega and Mischa ate and drank while chatting about everything. Since they had not met for a long time, there were many things they could talk about to catch up.

“Do you already know what you want to do with your life?” Mischa asked Vega while handing over the bottle of wine he just drank. “For the past year, you’ve been staying at home to recover. I heard that your progress is so well, and you can do whatever you want now. Your father even allowed you to travel to Paris again after what happened seven years ago.”

Vega received the bottle with a smile. She took one sip and answered Mischa’s question. “Now that I have recovered, think I’ll travel and see the world, just like my grandfather. I lost six years of my life, and I want to make up for them by seeing the world.”

“You still can’t remember anything from those six years?” Mischa asked carefully.

Vega shook her head.

“I’ve asked my family many times, but their answers are always the same. They said they also don’t know what happened. They are just happy that I came back safely. I am alive and well, and that is all that matters.”

“Does not being able to remember the past really bother you that much?” asked Mischa again. “What if you chose to forget it because your past is very sad or painful?”

Vega was stunned to hear the man’s words. She did think in that direction once, but she didn’t dwell on that thought.

“Well, the therapist said that there was no trauma or anything like that during our sessions,” said Vega. “I was in pretty intense therapy for months. I guess if something really hurtful or tragic happened to me, I would definitely be affected. But the proof is … I’m still fine.”

Suddenly, they could hear La Vien Rose playing in the air. Mischa turned to look at the origin of the sound, which turned out to be the Eiffel Tower. Apparently, they turned on the music to start the lights shows.

Vega also turned her head, following the man’s gaze. Mischa was in her line of sight and his side profile with the sunset and the tower as the background looked so beautiful.

For a few seconds, Vega was fascinated by the view.

At first glance, Mischa looked like he was watching the Eiffel tower, but in fact, he was looking further away.

His voice was earnest when he spoke as he turned to Vega again. “If you could have a chance to forget the horrible things that happened to you, would you take it?”

“Why did you ask that?” Vega furrowed her brows.

Mischa stared at Vega with a serious countenance. “You know the story about Pandora’s box right?”

Vega nodded. “I do.”

“I think your family just wants to help you forget the bad things that happened to you by not focusing their attention on past wounds. As long as you are healthy and you can live happily, I think that’s enough for them.”

Vega sighed. She never discussed this before with her parents and brother, but she sometimes felt curious about what really happened to her during her disappearance.

Where did she live for six years? Who did she meet? How did she stay alive all this time? Did anyone help her?

This was the first time she voiced her concerns to another person. She felt very comfortable talking to Mischa. Maybe it was because the man was not her immediate family who would become worried and sad if she shared her worries and concerns with him.

“I’m just curious… Well, maybe, one day I will be able to make peace with what happened in the past and move on,” said Vega finally.

“Actually, Vega .. the most important thing now is, your happiness and wellbeing,” said Mischa. “If you’re happy, just enjoy your life. Suppose you are given the opportunity to start a new page, a clean slate, why don’t you use it?”

Vega pondered for a moment, hearing Mischa’s words. That was right. Right now, her life was fine, and she was happy.

Why should she be focusing on what she didn’t have? What if she insisted on getting her memory back, opening that pandora’s box, and found it only contained sadness and pain?