Watching the intimate display between the two in the hospital room, Eleanor Bishop found herself rooted to the spot. The color drained from her lips, leaving them deathly pale.
She had never seen this gentle side of Archie Summers.
If she didn't know any better, she wouldn't have thought anything of it...
Only after seeing Mika Summers close her eyes did Archie Summers stand up. The smile on his lips vanished the moment he turned, replaced by a cold, indifferent expression.
He glanced at Eleanor Bishop standing in the doorway, his handsome brows knitting in displeasure. He strode over, grabbed her by the arm without a word, and pulled her out of the room.
They walked for a while. Once she was sure his men could no longer see them, Eleanor Bishop's face crumpled in distress and she began to struggle. "Archie, let me go."
