Chapter 768 - 756: I Want You to Marry Me (43)

Chapter 768: Chapter 756: I Want You to Marry Me (43)

"Archie Lockwood, that’s enough!" She’d admit to climbing into his bed; that had been her mistake.

But he didn’t have to relentlessly trample all over her self-respect!

"If that’s enough, then I suppose I don’t need to recount the past for you piece by piece, Eleanor Bishop. You need to understand that between us, you were always the one meticulously scheming against me. From the beginning to the end, it was all your calculation. So for you to act all prim and proper now, trying to draw a line in the sand? You’re being far too naive."

Hearing Archie Lockwood’s words, Eleanor Bishop’s face turned deathly pale.

She bit her lip hard, glaring resentfully at Archie Lockwood.

"Be good. Don’t look at me like that, or I’ll get angry." Seeing Eleanor Bishop’s furious gaze, Archie Lockwood’s expression darkened. He lifted a hand in displeasure and covered her eyes.

Even someone as good-natured and aware of her own faults as Eleanor Bishop was about to explode with rage. "Archie Lockwood, don’t you think you’re being completely unreasonable? Are you going to control the very way I look at you?" She admitted that her past actions were her own damn fault; she had brought it all on herself.

’But what about now?’

’Why is he still provoking me?’

’Why won’t he just let me go?’

Archie Lockwood’s eyes darkened instantly. He sneered, "Even your very person belongs to me. So you tell me, should I have a say in how you look at me or not?"

"Shameless!" This version of Archie Lockwood, with a smile that hid a dagger, terrified her to her core.

The Archie of the past had been scary enough, but the man before her now made her tremble with fear...

Archie Lockwood scoffed and pushed Eleanor Bishop down.

Eleanor Bishop snapped back to reality and clutched tightly at her clothes, refusing to yield.

After a few unsuccessful attempts, Archie Lockwood’s patience wore thin. "Eleanor Bishop, if you’re smart, you’ll stop testing my limits! Otherwise, you’ll be the only one suffering in a minute!"

After Archie Lockwood’s roar, Eleanor’s eyes reddened, and she stopped struggling.

Seeing that she had stopped, Archie Lockwood cursed under his breath, "This damn woman... You just had to make me lose my temper before you’d finally stop."

"Archie Lockwood, what on earth do you want?"

"Hah. What do I want? What do you *think* I want?" ’Such a naive question.’

’In the past, she never knew the meaning of the word ’demure’ around me.’

’But now?’

’What kind of game is she playing?’

He suppressed his anger, got up, and went into the bathroom.

He came out again a moment later.

He looked at her and commanded mockingly, "Well? Get in the shower!"

Eleanor Bishop was speechless.

"What? Do you want me to do it for you?"

Her face ashen, Eleanor Bishop swallowed her humiliation and got to her feet.

Seeing her reluctance, Archie Lockwood lost what little patience he had left. He strode over, bent down, and swept her up into his arms.

Eleanor Bishop’s eyes flew wide in shock. Her heart pounded with apprehension as she stared fixedly at Archie Lockwood.

As far as she could remember, this was the first time he had ever held her.

Only, it was nothing like the wonderful moment she had always imagined.

A shadow of disappointment flickered in her eyes, and she lowered her head.

Watching her, Archie Lockwood found his own thoughts beginning to drift.

He had to admit that after all these years, this woman still captivated him just as much as ever.