Chapter 769 - 757: I Want You to Marry Me (44)

Chapter 769: Chapter 757: I Want You to Marry Me (44)

His mind a jumble of thoughts, Archie Lockwood unconsciously set the woman down, crouched, and began to wash her.

Eleanor Bishop’s delicate brows knitted together. She secretly peeked open one eye, only to see the man’s head moving toward her chest.

Her face flushed crimson with fury. She raised a hand and shoved Archie Lockwood’s head away. "Archie Lockwood, you pervert!"

Archie Lockwood’s eyes were bloodshot. He said coolly, unfazed, "It’s perfectly normal for a man to be a bit of a pervert. If I wasn’t, do you really think you’d have ever ended up in my bed?"

"..." ’Well, when he puts it so seriously, he actually has a point.’

’Wait... no, that’s not right either. I think I was the one who used a little trick, who drugged him... that’s why he touched me...’

Seeing Eleanor Bishop’s delicate brows furrowed in a daze, Archie Lockwood’s lips curved into a cold, wicked smile. He suppressed the raging fire of lust within him, deliberately adopting a stern tone as he said deeply, "Close your eyes. Time to wash."

"Oh..." ’It’s just a bath. Why do I have to close my eyes?’

’Archie Lockwood is acting so strange today...’

When Eleanor Bishop still didn’t close her eyes, Archie Lockwood’s throat went incredibly dry. His face darkened with anger as he barked, "Close your eyes!"

"Why should I close my eyes? I’m getting a bath, not an eye-washing."

"When I tell you to close your eyes, you close them! Stop with all the damn questions!"

Eleanor Bishop’s eyes welled up. Pouting, she mumbled resentfully, "Fine, I’ll close them. Why do you have to be so mean..."

"Eleanor Bishop!!!" At her words, a vein throbbed in Archie Lockwood’s forehead, and his expression turned a hundred times darker than before.

"Huh? What’s wrong?" Seeing Archie Lockwood suddenly pointing at her in a thunderous rage, Eleanor Bishop jumped in fright. Her pretty face went as white as a sheet.

"When you talk to me, talk properly. You are forbidden from using that soft, weak little voice with me."

"Why?" ’He wants to control how I talk, too?’

Archie Lockwood fought back the urge to devour Eleanor Bishop whole. With a dark expression, he snarled, "Because when you talk to me like that, I just want to... fuck... you...!!!!"

"..." Hearing that, Eleanor Bishop’s heart skipped a beat, and her face instantly turned so red it looked like it might bleed.

"So, shut your mouth. And then shut your eyes!" ’Being with this woman is torture, every single second...’

’He had no idea what had gotten into him today, to even think of giving this woman a bath!’

Eleanor Bishop finally understood the source of Archie Lockwood’s anger. She obediently shut her mouth and closed her eyes, leaning back cautiously in the tub, not daring to move a muscle.

Archie Lockwood’s eyes were bloodshot as he glared at the woman responsible for starting a fire she had no intention of putting out. Then, resigning himself to his fate, he continued washing her body.

A little over ten minutes later, he had finally washed her entire body.

Looking at her flushed, pretty face, his own handsome features remained dark and grim as he lifted her out of the tub.

He carried her out of the bathroom, laid her gently on the bed, and carefully dried the water from her skin with a bath towel.

Once she was dry, he finally spoke, his voice hoarse. "You lie down and rest. I’m going to take a shower."

"Oh..." Eleanor Bishop nodded, her face flushing.

Archie Lockwood shot one last, vicious glare at the provocative woman.