CHAPTER 1185 JOIN MY HAREM

"As the leader of the hidden clan, you should wish for nothing but her death. Why..."

Matthew had doubts about Eleanor's words.

Logically, it didn't make sense.

"Haha... That's because you don't understand me." She turned around and placed the photo back on the table before she sat on the edge of the table. "As for me, I appreciate heroes. Even if I become the head of the clan, I won't casually kill someone with talent."

For some reason, Matthew had a gut feeling that Eleanor was someone who would do as she said.

Human intuition was a strange thing.

"Come with me."

Eleanor beckoned him and led him to the bathroom. Standing by the sink, she handed him a bottle of makeup remover. "Use this to remove your makeup. It's very convenient."

Hearing that, Matthew rolled up his sleeves and took the makeup remover before leaning over to start removing his makeup.

Throughout the process, Eleanor stood beside him, eagerly watching him without blinking.

Five minutes later, Matthew had completely cleaned off the makeup on his face and neck, revealing a fair complexion. Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.

His skin used to have a healthy tan, but because of the thick makeup on his face recently, his skin had become fair.

Matthew wiped the water off his face with a towel and turned to face Eleanor. "Satisfied?"

Facing each other, Eleanor looked up at the man in front of her. Matthew was enveloped in a soft glow in the dim light of the bathroom, making his already exquisitely beautiful face appear even more three- dimensional and profound.

His eyebrows were slanted, his eyelashes were long and thick, and his pupils were as black and shiny as obsidian after removing the colored contact lenses. His nose was straight, his thin lips were moderately thick, and the contours of his cheeks were particularly prominent. He was incredibly handsome.

When he slightly curved his lips into a subtle smile that softened his coldness, especially… It intensified his tenderness and bestowed a gentle refinement, making him radiate an unattainable nobility.

Thump, thump, thump...

Eleanor's gaze slightly froze, and in her eyes, there was only Matthew. Everything around her became blurry at that moment.

She felt a burst of excitement in her heart, her heart pounding as if it was about to jump out of her throat.

Because of her identity as the leader of the hidden clan, she had been surrounded by various

handsome men throughout the years. Those men who either flattered or fawned over her resembled loyal dogs.

Only the man in front of her ignored her. He was exceptionally noble, especially with that distinctive face, which gave her infinite admiration and overlapped with the prince charming in her dreams.

"I am a married man. You should restrain yourself, Princess Eleanor."

Matthew reminded her and strode out of the bathroom.

Eleanor didn't say anything at that.

As she followed him out of the bathroom, she raised her hand to touch her face. For the first time, she blushed at the sight of a man.

She sat down at the desk where there was a photo of Matthew on it. "It seems that you are not photogenic."

Although he looked handsome and imposing in the photo, he was even more indescribably handsome in person. In fact, he was comparable to a masterpiece.

"It doesn't matter."

"It doesn't matter? Then, tell me, why do you love Veronica so much?" Eleanor was filled with curiosity.

Matthew put his hands in his pockets and stood in front of Eleanor. He then warned in a deep voice, "Curiosity kills the cat. I advise you not to inquire about things you shouldn't, Princess Eleanor."

"Alright, I won't ask."

Eleanor nodded and leaned back in the wicker chair, resting her chin on her hand that was propped up on the armrest. "Your journey to the hidden clan is fraught with dangers. Have you considered joining my harem? I can offer you the position of the primary consort, but I can't guarantee that Veronica will leave the hidden clan alive."

Although there was gender equality in the hidden clan, women were naturally superior when it came to determining status.

In order to have heirs, the hidden clan royalty was allowed to practice polygamy.