Chapter 917 - Mischa Is So Cool (1/2)

Mischa looked at Vega with an expression of disbelief. He did not understand why the teenage girl in front of him behaved this way ... like a shameless girl.

”You want me to carry you? There's a wheelchair over there,” Mischa said firmly.

”I don't want a wheelchair. I want to make you pay for dropping me and making me hurt,” Vega said.

”Is there no other way for me to make up for it?” the man asked in astonishment.

”I want to make you feel pain too by carrying me back to my hotel,” Vega said, narrowing her eyes with an annoyed expression. ”Do you think I'm a sack of potatoes that you can just drop like that?”

”No, I don't think you're a—”

Before Mischa finished his sentence, Vega had taken her cellphone and dialed Alaric's number.

”Father ... it's me. I'm now in the hospital--” Vega did not continue her words because, suddenly, Mischa had bent down and put the girl on his back. Vega smiled mischievously as she wrapped her left hand around Mischa's neck while her right hand holding the phone. ”I'm here with Big brother Mischa. I think I got heat stroke or something and fell on the street because I felt dizzy. Big brother Mischa will take me back to my hotel. He is very kind.”

”Oh, is that so? If the weather is too hot, you might as well rest. I will ask Nicolae to call your teacher to give you some respite,” Alaric's voice rang on the telephone.

”Ah ... that sounds like a good idea. I'll just tell Daddy Nic,” Vega said. ”All right, I just want to let you know what happened. Later, after I arrive at the hotel, I'll call you again, Father.”

”All right. Tell Mischa I said hi,” Alaric said before hanging up.

Vega then kept her cellphone and smiled triumphantly then hugged Mischa's neck.

”Thank you for not saying anything to your father,” Mischa said, looking back. ”I'll take you to your hotel. But aren't you embarrassed by people's stare?”

He already noticed how the people they passed seemed to turn their heads at them. They were really eye-turners, indeed. A handsome man with formal looking all-black attire, contrasted with his neat blonde hair and sunny expression, was carrying a beautiful teenage girl on his back.

”Why? Are you embarrassed?” Vega asked in a nonchalant tone. She knew she had done something very naughty today by scheming Mischa, but she could not help herself. She really liked her foster brother, since they first met in the elevator.

Maybe she really liked him because Mischa somehow reminded her of her own father.

Mischa did not answer Vega's question and continued walking without regard to people's stare. He decided to just fulfill Vega's request so he could immediately get it over with. After all, for him, just giving a girl a piggyback was an easy thing to do.

”Big brother Mischa!! Let's stop by that stall,” Vega said suddenly, tapping his shoulder excitedly. ”I want to buy the candy apples!”

Her hand then pointed to the right, where a small food vendor stall was located. Mischa obediently walked towards the stall and stopped in front of it. Vega happily pointed to the sugar-coated red apple in sticks and asked Mischa to buy one for her.

”How old are you again?” Mischa asked, taking money out of his pocket and paying the price of the candied apple to the merchant. ”You should be 16 years old, right?”

”That's right. My birthday is coming up soon. Ahh.. you know my birthday!” Vega exclaimed cheerfully. She accepted the candied apple from the merchant's hand and then patted Mischa on the shoulder to continue walking again. ”Does father talk about me often?”