Mend My Broken Heart 19 The Fairy Grandfather

They are heading back. As the old master is leading them, Lyndon take this opportunity to speak with Misha.

"Just play along. You wouldn't want to disappoint your grandfather right?" he said in a low voice, afraid of being heard by the old man.

Misha was startled by his sudden movement. It was because he purposely got near to her and whispered in her ears. She couldn't get off the sensation from it.

Lyndon has a raspy voice. One that could make a woman wobble their knees.

She's getting gooseb.u.mps from it.

She tried hard to get back to reality. She pinched her thighs in order not to lose focus on the situation.

'So, that was it! He's just pretending! What else can it be?' Misha formulated her a.s.sumptions. After that, she just smiled to him then nodded as an indication of obeisance.

The old man was happy. He couldn't be happier as he sees his grand daughter being intimate with her fiancé.

'Ah! How nice to be young!' he exclaimed in his mind.

Dinner came.

"Join us for dinner, will you?" the old man asked Lyndon. He was about to bid farewell but the old man enjoyed his company and was reluctant to let him go. Lyndon can't turn down his invitation so he just agreed.

"Sorry for the trouble grandpa." he said apologetically.

"This kid really... Don't think about it. You are much very welcome here and we will be family soon, right?" the old man insisted. Lyndon couldn't help but smile. He's been so good to him since their first meeting.

'Ah.. So this is the feeling of having a grand father.' he thought. Soon, they headed to the dining room.

Meanwhile, Misha was obviously thrown aside. Aside from the business topics that she didn't have an idea, their main topic was about politics. As a woman and as a model, she couldn't have the time to read news and be informed about it. Her head ached while listening to them so, she went to her own room in the house. She had her own room in her grandfather's house because she lived there when her parents were busy establis.h.i.+ng their modeling agency.

She showered and freshen herself up.

She picked a house dress and immediately went down for dinner.

As she was heading towards the dining area, Lyndon couldn't help but stare at her. He's mesmerized by her simple yet elegant appearance. He's staring at her wearing a blue floral dress. Her hair was tide up into an untidy bun. Some hair were loosely hanging down with her slender neck.

The old man noticed the hungry stare of Lyndon so he suddenly cleared his throat to divert the man's attention.

"Since Misha is here, lets eat shall we?" the old man instigated. Lyndon nodded and gave out a smile towards him.

Misha quietly held her knife and fork. That night they had steak for dinner paired with exquisite red wine from their own winery in Italy. It was a simple and memorable dinner for the old man. As for the two, they didn't even exchanged words from the beginning until the end of dinner.

The old man had been quite observant of them. So, he quickly brought up the marriage preparations. "Have you set the date for the wedding?" he suddenly asked when they were in the terrace catching fresh air.

The two immediately looked at each other then looked at the old man.

"Yes grandfather." Misha was the one who answered.

"So when will it be?" the old man asked.

"On the 16th day of January." she casually replied. She's been on her phone and not particularly paying attention to the two men. She's been chatting with Duke.

After hearing her answer, the old man nodded as if satisfied with her answer and fell into deep thinking. He wanted to have many grandchildren but he can't be blatantly open about it. Then an idea came up in to his brilliant mind.

"Where do you want to spend your honeymoon?" he just casually asked.

The two were surprised. They couldn't help but slightly panic. They've been exchanging glances as to whom will answer the question.

"We were still planning on that grandpa." Lyndon answered. "You know, I'm quite busy and so is Misha so we're currently considering if we will have one or not." he added. Why is it you asked?"

"I see. Well, its true that you two are busy with each other's career but still think carefully about it , okay?" he just said. He didn't answer Lyndon's question.

How can he answer when he wanted to have a dozen of little Misha and little Lyndon to play with?

Lyndon noticed the peculiarity of the old man. He wanted Misha to know but he held his urge to. He wanted to know what's the reason of the old man's question. And more importantly, how can he fulfill it under the hate of Misha? He was lost in his thoughts. He glanced over his wrist.w.a.tch and learned that its too late.

"Grandpa, I better leave now since its getting late. It's also bad for you." he said with a little concern in his voice.

"Mmm.." the old man nodded. "Misha, accompany him."

"Yes grandpa." she stood up from where she was seated. "Let's go." she said in a cold tone. Misha can't pretend now. She really can't pretend that long and be patient with him anymore. Lyndon just nodded and followed her out.

Throughout the evening, the old man was the one who instigated things. They didn't even realized that they have been found out by the old man. And as to what the old man plotting, they are oblivious.