Eleanor and Matthew were barely on the same wavelength.
"Just go with the flow. No matter what happens, I, Eleanor Ledger, will do everything in my power to protect you and Veronica." She raised her hand with unwavering confidence like a determined and faithful warrior.
"Thank you, Your Highness." His lips curved into a relieved smile as he gave her a toast with tea.
"Fake." She hushed him with a glare. "You need to act to show your gratitude. That will be more meaningful."
"You have everything you need and want as the leader of the hidden clan. I can't figure out what to give you."
"There is. Don't play dumb."
"I apologize. My heart is too small to fit more than one person. I'm happy with Roni." He took another sip of tea before smiling.
Eleanor had long gotten used to this, considering that it was her umpteenth time of attempt. She waved her hand and pouted. "Fine, fine. As the leader of the hidden clan, I shall never force someone, shan't I? It'll be a disgrace to my title. Besides, I like Veronica. I hope we can get along and be sisters. How can I snatch my sister's man? That's just overboard."
Her comeback tickled Matthew's funny bones. The woman before him had flawless skin, deep and round eyes, rosy lips, and defined features—her beauty was out of the world, especially the red garment on her that made her fair skin stand out. One single movement from her was enough to make one mesmerized by her deadly charm.
Matthew admitted that Eleanor was a beauty, but he loved someone beautiful yet aloof. At times, Veronica could be as gentle as the water—solemn and collected, yet as adorable as a bunny. In short, she was an intriguing person to be with. Her company could light the day with excitement and joy.
"I'd like to ask something. Is there any doctor in your clan who can remove scars?" Matthew took the chance to ask about it.
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