As the conversation in the living room continued, Eleanor followed Matthew into the kitchen and even closed the door behind her.
While Matthew cleaned and gutted the fish professionally, he monotoned sarcastically, "You want everyone to know you show me favoritism, don't you, Your Highness?"
He suddenly thought Eleanor was a difficult one, and it made his head hurt.
"I naturally won't reveal your identity when I've promised you that. But what other people think is not my business."
In other words, 'I, Princess of Eleanor of the hidden clan, am only responsible for keeping my mouth shut. It's not my problem if other people start asking questions.'
Of course, Eleanor had an axe to grind.
Only the heavens knew how restless of a sleep she had at night after Matthew left. All she could see was his drop-dead gorgeous face every time she closed her eyes in bed. Thus, she lugged Liam over to apologize to Veronica the second the young prince woke up.
But as His Royal Highness, The Prince of the hidden clan, Liam naturally wouldn't be willing to apologize to Veronica. Eleanor used every trick in the book before getting him to agree to it.
That said, the apology was just an excuse, for her purpose was to see Matthew from the get-go. However, she started regretting after seeing Matthew's ugly-laced, average face.
Why did I let him put his disguise on instead of making him show his true face to the world? Oh, what a pleasing scene it would have been.
"Shall I give you my thanks, then," quipped Matthew inattentively as he descaled the fish with a sharp knife.
Meanwhile, in the living room, a red flag was raised within Veronica when Eleanor still hadn't returned from the living room after such a long time.
"I'm going to see if we have enough food for all of us," she announced and headed straight to the kitchen without caring what the others thought.
Eleanor's cheerful laughter came from inside the kitchen when Veronica arrived at the door, causing her heart to skip a nervous beat and her hand at the doorknob to pause.
After a moment of hesitation, she still decided to open the door, only to find the princess thoughtfully wiping the sweat off Matthew's forehead with a handkerchief. "You're sweating, Master Iron. Let me wipe it off you."
Matthew found Veronica standing in the doorway the second he turned to his side with a sharp knife. At that, he shifted his gaze to Eleanor…
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