You Are The Apple of My Eyes
Chapter 404 I'm Bound to Marry You

With a haughty look on her face, Nina said innocently, "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to do that. I was in a hurry to meet you."

"Really?" Vicente wiped his face with a tissue and gradually opened his eyes. Instead of getting angry, he teased, "It seems like you like me so much that you couldn't wait to meet me." Nina was stunned speechless by his audacity.

People had sad that Vicente was a prudent gentleman. How could he be so shameless? He even flirted with her in public.

She never allowed anyone to flirt with her casually.

Nina looked serious. "It seems that you are particularly well-versed in the art of flirtation. You could say such things so casually." Vicente raised an eyebrow slightly, appearing not to care.

Rebecca caught up with them and felt horrible when she saw Vicente looking less than impeccable because of the princess. "Count Nangong, I'm really sorry. Please come with me to change your clothes."

Vicente glanced at Nina, who looked as calm as if nothing had happened, and smiled gently. 'She is still as naughty as ever. Nope!

As a child, she was naughty, but in a covert way. Now that she is a grown-up, her mischief is open.'

When Nina looked into Vicente's eyes, a sense of familiarity filled her.

Vicente looked like a friend of hers when she was young. However, that made no sense-her childhood friend was a girl, whereas the person before her was, quite obviously, a man. "What are you looking at? Why don't you go and change your clothes?" Nina asked in a slightly churlish voice.

"I'm going now." Vicente looked at Rebecca. "Please lead me to where I can change my clothes."

"Please follow me, sir." Rebecca took Vicente to the guest room and asked the servants to bring several suits in his size for him to choose.

Sitting idly on the sofa, Nina watched Vicente selecting suits and finally settling on a casual white ensemble.

About ten minutes later, Vicente emerged wearing his suit of choice.

Only then did Nina see what Vicente really looked like.

He was between 1.75 and 1.8 meters tall, thin and fair-skinned. His most distinctive feature was his androgynous face.

He didn't look like a tough man-his features were delicate enough to be considered feminine. His eyes under thick, dashing eyebrows were clear and tranquil.

The white ensemble suited his slim frame. The man exuded elegance and nobility with every slight movement.

As a young man, he became a count and took over all of the responsibilities that the position entailed, so he must not be as harmless as he looked. She needed to be careful when she was with him.

"Nina?" Vicente walked over to stand in front of Nina. He looked about a head taller than she was. He raised a hand and waved it in front of her face.

"What?" When Nina came to her senses, she found the man's face hovering close to her own. A delicate fragrance flirted with her senses.

It was not even the smell of perfume-it was his own body's scent.

"Why are you so close?" Nina stepped back and glared at Vicente.

Vicente spread out his hands and said, "You were the one in a daze just now, remember? What were you thinking about?"

"It's not your concern." Nina was speechless. Why was he treating her like an old friend?

It was the first time they'd met.

Had Vicente loved her at a distance for years, like her father had said?

"Vicente, I want to talk to you," Nina said in a serious voice.

Vicente nodded without hesitation. "Okay, what do you want to talk about?"

Nina took a glance at the people around, and Vicente immediately understood what she meant. "Do you want to go for a ride? I like the feeling of driving a yacht on the sea." "Okay." Nina nodded.

Vicente boarded the yacht with Nina, leaving Rebecca and the others on the dock.

The white yacht rode the wind over the sea, causing waves to roll up one after another on its wake. Vicente looked at the sea with a smile. Thinking of the person behind him, he suppressed his excitement a little.

It had been a while since he was last on a yacht.

He had to thank Nina this time.

Vicente didn't stop until he drove the yacht to a quiet cove somewhere. He shook the sea water off his hair and took off his coat.

Nina had been observing Vicente all this time.

When he walked towards her, she said, "Vicente, you look depressed."

Stunned by the observation, Vicente stopped in his tracks. His eyes glittered with a dark light.

"Why do you say so?" Vicente smiled and sat down beside her, his elbows resting on his knees. He stared out steadily at the azure sea.

Nina also looked at the same direction. The sea breeze whipped at her hair, and the flush on her face made her look alive.

"I saw it."

"Saw what?" Vicente looked at her in confusion.

Nina gave him a sideways glance and said, "I saw your desire for freedom when you were racing with wind on this yacht. I saw you laughing, but you had to restrain yourself because of my presence."

A trace of displeasure flashed through Vicente's eyes. He felt offended, but that feeling disappeared without a trace in the next second.

"You are so good at joking." Vicente opened a can of soda and drank more than half of it in one gulp.

"I'm sorry if I offended you," Nina sincerely apologized. She took a sip from her own soda can and spoke out her thoughts. "I don't want to be a princess at all. I don't like the restraints holding me back because of this identity."

Appropriate self-exposure could help people become closer.

Earlier, she had presumed that Vicente loved her. Now, as they looked at each other, she realized that she was wrong.

Vicente wasn't attracted to her at all. Instead, he treated her as an old friend whom he hadn't seen for many years.

However, she didn't remember meeting him before.

"You don't want to be a princess?" Vicente found it incredible.

"No, I don't." Nina smiled lightly.

She just wanted to be John's little girl.

She just wanted to open a detective agency in Lexingport City and do what she liked.

"What about you? Do you like your current position?" Nina looked into the distance and asked him in turn. She didn't look at him because she didn't want him to feel offended again.

Vicente fell silent.

He tightened his grip on the soda can. It was slightly crumpled when he let it go.

He didn't answer the question.

Even so, Nina already knew the answer, so she smiled and said nothing.

The two of them looked out at the sea in silence for a while and didn't mention it again.

Vicente changed the subject. "Nina, didn't you say that you have something to talk to me about? What is it?"

If he didn't mention it, Nina wouldn't have remembered the reason why she wanted to talk to him in the first place.

The sea breeze was so comfortable that she felt free. Out on the water, she felt much more relaxed.

"Why do you want to marry me?" Nina asked.

Vicente looked into her eyes and smiled. "I want to marry you because I love you. I won't marry anyone other than you." "Nonsense!" For some reason, Vicente reminded Nina of James. "I can tell you don't love me by the way you look at me." "And my eyes say that I don't love you?" Vicente began to tease her again. "Look into my eyes carefully. Don't you see yourself in them?" On a whim, Nina confessed to him, "It's different. I love someone, so I know how a lover's eyes look like. Vicente, I'm a married woman." Vicente didn't seem surprised by her revelation. "Your mom told me about it, but she said that your marriage with him doesn't count." "Did my mother tell you everything?" Nina asked, surprised. "Then, why do you still want to marry me?"

"I don't care if you were married or not," Vicente said calmly. "All I know is that I'm bound to marry you, and I must marry you."