Chapter 166 - My Name Is Mischa

Fae pursed her lips in surprise when she heard Mischa's explanation. So tonight Mischa would be wearing a light blue shirt to match her dress?

Suddenly her memory drifted to the incident a few months ago when she heard how Amelia prepared a tuxedo for her husband and purposely chose clothes for Ren that matched hers.

At that time, Fae was really angry and jealous. Unfortunately, she couldn't do anything about it because she understood that Ren had to attend state events, and Amelia was acting as his secretary.

If she wanted to do the same thing now, wouldn't tonight's party be the most appropriate opportunity?

However, Fae didn't want to meet Ren at all. She didn't want to see his face, because she knew her heart was too weak and she was afraid that she would cry if she met her husband at the party.

She had planned to come to accompany Mischa but afterward, she would just hide in a corner and wait for the party to end. However, after she heard how Mischa was going to wear a shirt that matched the color of her dress on purpose, the jealousy in Fae's chest flared up again.

She gave Mischa a complicated look.

"What is wrong?" asked Mischa when he saw Fae's gaze towards him. He suspected Fae was thinking about something. 

Mischa had read various gossip news on the internet this afternoon about Prince Renald and Lady Amelia's supposed betrothal. He still remembered when he met Ren in the Old Town when he saved Fae, the man claimed to be Fae's husband.

Mischa knew he didn't make a mistake on recognizing the prince because he had seen Prince Renald came to his penthouse last week. There was no mistaking it, Fae and Prince Renald did have a certain relationship.

If Prince Renald was indeed Fae's husband, why did he let Fae live in suffering? Why now he even accepted to be betrothed to a noble girl? Were Fae and Prince Renald really divorced? 

"Sir ..." Finally came the beautiful but sad voice from the girl. "Thank you for being very kind to me and never asking questions. I feel grateful to have met you. I owe you so much."

"I already told you the reason," reminded Mischa. "You remind me of my missing foster sister. I hope she is living well out there. When I help you and do good to you, I hope people out there also help her and do good to her. At least ... right now, that is all I can do. "

Fae was stunned. Mischa sounded very sincere. For some reason, when she heard Mischa's words, Fae's heart was touched.

"Thank you, Sir. I hope your foster sister is fine out there and she meets good people like you ..."

Fae also felt relieved when she found out that Mischa's kindness to her was sincere because he thought Fae looked similar to his foster sister. There was no hidden agenda. If Mischa did it all because he was interested in her romantically, then the situation would be awkward.

"I hope you're right," Mischa nodded.

"Sir ..." Fae bit her lip. She was about to tell Mischa what happened between her and Ren ... so that later at the party, Mischa wouldn't feel awkward if she suddenly disappeared or acted strangely in front of Ren. 

She felt that Mischa needed to know the truth. She owed it to him that much.

"Is there something you want to tell me?" asked Mischa calmly. "Let's go to the kitchen. I'm in the mood for tea while waiting for the jewelry and shirts to be delivered."

He walked casually toward the kitchen with his tablet. He felt that the secret Fae wanted to reveal was quite important and he wanted to make her feel relaxed enough to talk. He knew that it was very difficult for Fae to open up to him. So, he wanted to make her as comfortable as possible.

Fae followed Mischa into the kitchen and immediately took the teapot from the man's hand.

"Let me make the tea. After all, I'm still your assistant," she said hurriedly.

"But today is not a workday, you know, Fae," reminded Mischa. "Your overtime is only paid starting from 7 pm when we go to the party."

He was obviously teasing the girl who seemed very calculating with her money and overtime compensation.

Fae pursed her lips and replied, "You don't have to pay my overtime for this one. I am doing it voluntarily because you lend me jewelry from Ruby & Co."

"Alright, then." Mischa then sat on a chair at the kitchen counter, watching Fae make a pot of tea for them. Five minutes later, the two were sitting opposite each other, holding a cup of sweet-smelling tea.

"Does the thing you want to tell me have anything to do with Prince Renald Hanenberg?" asked Mischa calmly.

Fae was amazed at Mischa's words. She remembered Mischa had met her husband while helping her in the Old Town. At that time, Ren deliberately wore a casual outfit and sports cap to look like a student. Did Mischa recognize Ren as Prince Renald?

"Oh .. You already know?" asked Fae in amazement.

Mischa nodded. "I recognized him immediately. Maybe others can be deceived, but I just have good eyes. Is Prince Renald Hanenberg your husband?"

Fae shook her head sadly. "We've separated. I can't say why, but what is clear is that his family doesn't know I exist. They seem to want to arrange his marriage to a noble girl."

"Lady Amelia Genevieve?" asked Mischa, guessing.

"Yeah, that's right. Amelia is Ren's childhood friend. She also works as Ren's secretary. I think .. if I weren't in his life, they would probably get married anyway," Fae replied with a gloomy expression. "I just wanted to tell you about this fact so that you won't be surprised if I disappear from the party. I don't want to see them."

"Why did you have to disappear?" asked Mischa. "You are an honest woman. You have done nothing wrong. You do not need to disappear. You must face your problems with your head held high. I will protect you. You don't need to be afraid that the court people will oppress you. This kingdom desperately needs RMI in Moravia. They should treat my assistant and me well."

Fae was stunned to hear Mischa's words. Unknowingly, two drops of tears fell down her cheeks.

"Do you know what makes you look stronger?" asked Mischa.

"I don't know," Fae confessed.

"You have to stop calling me by Sir or Boss. Call my name, Mischa, in front of them. If Prince Renald and Lady Amelia meet us, I will pretend to be your boyfriend," answered Mischa, smiling mischievously. He then sipped his tea and looked at Fae deeply. "What do you think?"

"Jeez ... you will do it for me, Boss?" asked Fae in amazement. 

Actually .. if Mischa pretended to be her boyfriend, Ren would definitely stop bothering her. Amelia would also see that Fae was doing fine even though she had separated from Ren. Fae really didn't want to let that witch think she won anything.

"My name is Mischa, not Boss," Mischa reminded Fae.

"Oh .. right. Mischa ..." Fae nodded.. "I'd love to do it."