Matthew pressed the knife against Eleanor's handkerchief and gently pushed it aside. "Don't think for a second that your botched acting can drive a wedge between us."
As a man, especially a husband, of integrity, he naturally wouldn't worry Veronica would misunderstand, and he had utter faith in their love.
On the other hand, Veronica's sliver of worry disappeared instantly after hearing Matthew's words. I've let my imaginations run wild, haven't I?
With that, she entered and closed the door behind her with a smile. "Are you looking to change your cup of tea, Your Highness?"
Made livid yet amused by the couple's counterattack, Eleanor threw the handkerchief into the trash can and quirked her brow. "Well, this is no fun. Can't you guys even pretend to be mad at each other for one second and amuse me?"
Her humor defused the awkwardness in a snap, and her straightforwardness left a good impression on Veronica.
Not everybody could be so carefree and spontaneous.
Veronica and Matthew smiled as they exchanged a glance. Then, he returned to sorting the fish out while Veronica lowered her head, letting the warmth and fuzziness inside fill her up.
"Oh, news flash. Iron is my master now. Hands-on learning will happen in the future, so try not to get jealous, alright?"
While speaking, Eleanor quirked a taunting brow toward Veronica as she deliberately leaned closer to Matthew.
Indeed, Veronica couldn't do anything against her blatant seduction and challenge, but she still jeered with crossed arms, "You do know the difference between defeat and jealousy, don't you? I suggest you better be prepared for both, Your Highness." With that, she left with a triumphant smile.
"Wait, hold up. You're going to leave just like that?"
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