CHAPTER 1209 IN THE KITCHEN
In the kitchen.
Eleanor and Matthew entered the kitchen and closed the door.
Matthew deftly cleaned the fish in his hand and mentioned in a deep voice, "Are you making sure that others will notice your special treatment toward me, Your Highness?"
He suddenly had a headache at how Eleanor was being a little clingy.
"It doesn't matter what others think. It's none of my business. I promised not to disclose your identity to the outside world, and I will definitely keep my word."
In other words, she meant, "I am only responsible for keeping the secret. But if anyone suspects something, it has nothing to do with me."
Of course, Eleanor also had some ulterior motives.
Only the heavens knew how she spent a sleepless night in bed last night because Matthew's stunningly beautiful face kept appearing in her mind.
So, when Liam woke up this morning, she dragged him here to apologize to Veronica.
As the prince of the hidden clan royalty, Liam naturally didn't want to apologize to Veronica. Thanks to Eleanor's arduous efforts, she managed to persuade him to come here. Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.
Her purpose was not to apologize to Veronica but to see Matthew.
She regretted it when she looked at Matthew's slightly ugly, ordinary face.
If she had known, she wouldn't have let him dress up again yesterday but instead, let him show his true face. That would have been much more pleasing to the eye.
"So, should I thank you?"
Matthew casually asked while holding a sharp knife in his hand and skillfully scraping the scales off of a fish.
"Hahaha, there's no need for that. Just make a delicious lunch for me. That will be your way of thanking me."
She pretended not to understand his sarcasm.
However, Matthew knew that Eleanor understood everything.
While he didn't say anything more, Eleanor rolled up her sleeves. "Come on, let me help you. You can also teach me how to cook Destorian cuisine."
At this point, her eyes lit up as she thought of a plan.
Eleanor leaned on the masonry oven with her right hand and tilted her head seductively. "Iron Pillar, I want to be your apprentice. From today onward, you will be my master who will teach me how to cook. How about it?"
"No."
Matthew refused decisively without hesitating.
Of course, being rejected seemed to be within Eleanor's expectations.
Her red lips curved into a subtle smile, and her beauty was imbued with a charm reminiscent of the western regions. "You should understand that by becoming my mentor, you'll gain the freedom to come and go from the royal palace. It benefits both you and Veronica."
Matthew was in the midst of cleaning the innards of a crucian carp in his hands. His hand paused for a moment, and he didn't respond.
The smile on the clever and astute Eleanor's face grew even more pronounced. She patted his shoulder. "There we have it. It's settled, then.
"Master, what are you planning to do with this fish?"
She immediately got into character.
Veronica was in the living room when she noticed that Eleanor had been in the kitchen for a long time and didn't seem like she was coming out anytime soon. Hit by a sense of crisis, she stood up and announced, "I'll go to the kitchen to see if we have enough dishes."
Without waiting for anyone's response, she stalked toward the kitchen.
As soon as she approached the kitchen door, she heard Eleanor's cheerful laughter that sounded
particularly happy coming from inside.
In that fleeting moment, Veronica felt a tautness in her heart. It was an inexplicable sense of nervousness.
As she stood at the kitchen door, she held the doorknob and hesitated for a moment. Then, she turned the knob and opened the door, only to see...
Eleanor was holding a cloth in her hand, intimately wiping the sweat off Matthew's forehead. "Master, you're sweating. Let me wipe it for you."
Matthew held a sharp knife in his hand with his body slightly turned. He glanced at Veronica standing at the doorway before briefly looking at Eleanor by his side...