Hearing Eleanor Bishop's words, Archie Summers roared with uncontrollable rage, "Eleanor Bishop, shut up!"
His roar sent a shiver through Eleanor Bishop's entire body.
Tears of hurt welled in her eyes. "Archie, I'm sorry. I… I didn't mean to say that."
Archie Summers suddenly waved his hand, looking exhausted. "That's enough. I don't want to see you right now. Just go." With that, he turned and left without sparing Eleanor Bishop another glance.
Watching Archie walk away, Eleanor Bishop sank to the ground, clutched her head, and began to sob bitterly.
'Yes, she'd used Archie. She'd climbed into his bed. But she also truly loved him. If it were only to save the Bishop Family, why did she have to choose Archie…?'
After crying for a long while, Eleanor Bishop finally wiped away her tears and stood up. She had barely taken two steps when a mocking male voice rang out from behind her.
"Eleanor Bishop, so this is the fine man you've chosen."
