Never Tired of Mr. Leon's Love

Cillian was at a loss after hearing Lucy's question. "Well, not exactly. This is just where we'll be staying temporarily, but we might be here for a while before we find a permanent place to stay."

After his response, Lucy muttered, "Oh, I see. Alright then. I'll hang up my clothes in the wardrobe for now. I'll just fold them back in when the time comes.

"By the way, this room must be expensive," she said as she looked around her room.

There was a large bed, a two-seater table with tea sets on it, and a television. Moreover, the room was much more spacious than normal hotel rooms. What surprised her the most were the cosmetics in front of the mirror. They were all high-end brands, with each product costing more than four figures.

"How much does a room like this cost?"

Cillian smiled wryly at her question. As the wife of Leon Corporation's heir, he would expect her to be complaining about the room. It was just slightly fancier than a standard room. It was nothing compared to the rooms she usually stayed in.

He could have booked her a luxurious suite, but because Lucy was going into hiding, he suppressed the desire to give her better things.

Yet, Lucy was now asking how much this room cost.

'Wake up, Lucy! Your husband is the CEO of the world's top company, and he's not short of money at all. Even if you wanted to rent out the entire hotel, your husband wouldn't bat an eye,' Cillian thought.

Wait a minute... Matthew owned this hotel.

To ensure Lucy's safety, Cillian chose a hotel that Matthew owned.

After remembering that, Cillian found the situation somewhat absurd, but he did not bother reminding Lucy that the hotel actually belonged to her.

He comforted her softly, "Don't worry, the interior of the room is just well-decorated. It doesn't cost much at all. It's considered average in this country."

Lucy was skeptical about this statement. She looked at the luxurious layout of the room and the sea view out the window.

Was that really the case?

She pursed her lips, deciding not to expose this unconvincing lie.

Just like that, Lucy temporarily settled down in Charleston. As for their future accommodation, Cillian would probably have to put in more effort to search for one.

...

Meanwhile, in the royal palace of Charleston, the family was holding a grand funeral.

Charlotte wore a tasteful black dress today that reached past her ankles. There was a white flower pinned to her chest. She stood in front of the empty hall with a seemingly sorrowful expression. She was pleased that there was not even a portrait of the deceased princess at her funeral.

She thought, 'Even if I'm not the royal family's biological daughter, you have no right to come here and steal their affection. Everything was fine the way it was, so why did you have to take away what's mine? 'Look at what you did. They can't even hang your portrait to prevent Mom from feeling even more sad.

'Oh, Velda. You should blame yourself for choosing the wrong womb to be born in.

'You should've been born to an ordinary family and stayed away from the spotlight.'