Eleanor really meant everything she had said. From the bottom of her heart, she truly wished that Veronica could take away her position as head of the clan. This way, I can get rid of the shackles of being in that position. She had been too tired these years.
“I’ve already figured it out. By then, I’ll give birth to lots and lots of children for you. I will be a stay-at-home wife to take care of you and the kids. I’ll be responsible for looking beautiful, while you’ll be responsible for earning money to support the family. We’ll be a happy and harmonious family, living a peaceful and worry- free life. That’s enough for me.”
She crossed her arms in front of her chest, leaning back in the chair. Then, she stared off at a certain spot with her head tilted while imagining a beautiful future. The overly beautiful vision made Eleanor feel happy, and her lips couldn’t help but curve up into a smile.
Matthew furrowed his eyebrows slightly. After that, he relaxed and couldn’t help but sneer, ‘Princess Eleanor, you’re indeed as beautiful as a rose, but don’t see things through rose- colored glasses. Don’t be too greedy as well.”
Eleanor suddenly snapped out of her reverie, looked at Matthew, and then stood up suddenly. Leaning over the headboard behind him, she looked down at the man lying against it.
The two were very close. They were close enough to see the fine fuzz on each other’s faces and even feel each other’s breath. Matthew smelled the fragrance on her body and felt an instant physiological rejection. Feeling a little unhappy, he asked, “What are you doing?”
His sword-like eyebrows furrowed slightly, and he was quite dissatisfied. Eleanor’s eyebrows raised lightly, showing some arrogance. “Did you just say that I’m very beautiful?”
“Yeah.” Matthew, a true gentleman, nodded and admitted frankly. She was indeed very beautiful, but she wasn’t his type. “Since you think I’m beautiful, do you want to consider being with me?” she asked, thent thought for a moment and made a promise. “As long as you promise to marry me, I’ll dissolve my harem and be with you for the rest of my life. How about it?”
Matthew’s eyes, as deep as a cold pool, became even deeper, and finally, they burst with a hint of coldness. Eleanor ignored his gaze and continued to speak non-stop. ‘If you’re willing to be with me, I promise to let you stay in Bloomstead most of the time. I can sign an agreement with you and give you the rights to exploit several gold and silver mines. How about it?”
She believed that this offer was very tempting, and almost no one would refuse such a generous offer. “Do you know what we can’t take with us when we die?” he said in a calm tone.
“What?” “Money,” Matthew replied casually. Then he raised his hand and pushed Eleanor’s face away. ‘Stay away from me. Your perfume is too strong and it makes me nauseous.”
Eleanor sat on the chair, sulking. “What’s so special about Veronica that makes you so fond of her?” Matthew’s eyelids drooped slightly as he pondered and asked, “And what do you like about me?”
“Huh?” She was confused as to why he was asking. He then said, “I can change.” Eleanor’s face, which was full of anticipation a second ago, suddenly fell, and she glared at him in anger. ‘Matthew, are you trying to drive me mad? Will you feel bad if you don’t do that?”
“You’re always around me. Have you ever thought about the feelings of the men in your harem?” he asked.
“I…” Eleanor was speechless at his question. She pouted and held up her hands. “Okay, okay, it’s all my fault. I won’t mention adding you to my harem anymore.”
