Since when exactly Eleonora's look of disbelief had begun to bother him so much, he didn't know. He did not love that woman. Of course, Gerome didn't have the slightest feeling for her. From the very beginning, he only wanted to exploit what Eleonora possessed.
Even after convincing her—stating a truth that he himself didn't even believe—Eleonora still did not trust him.
"Prince, please come in!" The servant held the bedroom door open.
Gerome immediately furrowed his brow the moment he entered the room. The place was dreadful. He knew it would never be the same as the rooms he was used to. However, he thought he would be given a place in the main mansion instead of the same building used by the servants.
Just as he entered the room the servant had prepared, Gerome turned and glared at them. A string of sentences formed in his head to protest everything he was currently receiving.
"What is it, Prince?" The servant looked at him in bewilderment.
