"Wear them. I think they look good on you," Matthew stated or more like commanded, not giving Harper a chance to refuse. "Prime Minister Charles."

"I'm here," Charles replied.

"I came to give my fiancee the betrothal gifts. Please ask anybody irrelevant to leave." The one he was actually referring to was Carlson. Carlson had always been bold and reckless but he knew when to back down, especially when he was in front of people with more power and influence than him. He knew that if he behaved recklessly in front of Matthew, he would be beaten until he was almost dead. So even if Carlson was a little unwilling, he allowed himself to be dragged away by someone under Nicole's order.

"Please come in, Your Highness." Charles wiped the sweat off his forehead and invited Matthew in. That day was such an odd and riotous one. First, Carls

tthew might be really satisfied with her, after all.

With these thoughts in mind, even Charles couldn't believe it. He turned to look at Harper's face. He couldn't help but notice that she actually took after her mother who was indeed a beauty, both in appearance and manner. But Matthew had seen a lot of other beauties. And even if Harper were to be considered as one of those women, it could not erase the fact that her previous engagement had been broken off. How could he treat her with all of his heart? But if he didn't love her, the valuable betrothal gifts didn't make sense!

While Charles was still pondering, he noticed that Matthew had asked his own bodyguard to stay. Immediately, he understood that for Matthew, this was all just a show for them. Otherwise, why would he leave his bodyguard to protect these betrothal presents?