Chapter 737 - 725: I Want You to Marry Me (13)

Chapter 737: Chapter 725: I Want You to Marry Me (13)

Archie Lockwood glanced at Eleanor Bishop, his voice cold as he enunciated each word. "This is what you call not hurting? Eleanor Bishop, your lying skills could use some improvement!"

Eleanor Bishop’s face was pale from the pain. She felt aggrieved and wanted to cry, but she didn’t dare. She could only lower her head, her eyes red, and whisper, "I’m sorry..."

"Sorry? Heh. You’ve really got some nerve, Eleanor Bishop! If you’re going to get drunk and make a scene, do it far away from me! Don’t let me run into you again! Otherwise, I’ll make absolutely sure you never get the chance to do something like this ever again!"

"I get it. Don’t worry, you won’t see me again." Eleanor Bishop thought Archie Lockwood was only angry because he didn’t want to see her. So, she suppressed her own pain, looked up, and replied with a faint smile.

Archie Lockwood let go of her foot, a mocking smile playing on his lips. "Since when did you become so obedient, Eleanor Bishop? Since when did you become so self-aware?"

"I... Since you don’t want to see me, I’ll definitely stay far, far away."

’Stay far, far away? Fine...’ "What about Rory, then?"

At the mention of Rory, Eleanor Bishop’s face grew even paler, and her voice dropped to a near-whisper. "Rory... I... I promise I’ll never appear in front of her again, for my entire life..." ’Even though she missed Rory desperately and wanted to be with her, she knew the truth: Rory would only have a good life with Archie Lockwood. With her, the child would only know hardship and suffering.’

"I knew it. Good. Very good." He didn’t know why he was so angry, but hearing her say that made an uncontrollable rage well up inside him.

The atmosphere instantly grew colder, becoming so oppressive that Eleanor Bishop felt like she couldn’t breathe.

She forced a calm smile and said lightly, "The money you gave my mother... I’ll find a way to pay you back."

"Pay it back?"

Eleanor Bishop nodded and murmured with great sincerity, "Yes. I don’t have the money right now, but I will absolutely find a way to pay you back."

Thinking of the one-billion check, Archie Lockwood gave a cold, mocking laugh. "Don’t bother. As long as you both abide by the contract and guarantee you won’t appear before us again, the money is yours."

"My mom signed that contract, not me. It doesn’t represent me, so I’m not taking the money." ’Even though paying back twenty million would be difficult—she wasn’t even sure she could do it in her lifetime—she still wanted to try. Even if she could only manage to pay back twenty thousand a year, it would ease her conscience a little.’

Archie Lockwood’s eyes narrowed, and a curious smile touched his lips. "Oh? Is that so? Are you saying you don’t intend to honor the agreement?"

"You’re misunderstanding me. That’s not what I mean. I just don’t want to take your money."

"You don’t want to take it? Heh. Is this your latest trick, Eleanor Bishop?" ’First, she takes the money. Then she gets drunk and arranges a chance encounter with him. And now she’s playing innocent, telling him she doesn’t want the money? Claiming her mother took it and it has nothing to do with her.’

’If she really didn’t want the money, she should have returned the check to my face or torn it up to prove her innocence! Why is she wasting her breath arguing with me about it?’

"Archie Lockwood, why must you think of me that way?"

"Heh. Then how would you like me to think of you? Eleanor Bishop, search your heart and tell me: how many chances did I give you?! And in the end, how did you repay me?"