Her Biliionaire Husband

"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.

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.