Chapter 826 - 810: Is There Regret Medicine in the World?

Chapter 826: Chapter 810: Is There Regret Medicine in the World?

"Where are you going?" Archie Lockwood demanded coldly, shoving away the woman in his arms.

Eleanor Bishop turned her wheelchair, keeping her back to Archie. A mocking smile lifted the corners of her lips. "I’m tired now. Surely Mr. Lockwood wouldn’t deny me some rest?"

No matter how furious and dissatisfied Archie was with her, he had no choice but to swallow his temper the moment she mentioned she was tired and needed rest.

He strode over to stand in front of her. Looking at her pale face and red eyes, a flash of pity crossed his heart, and his tone lost its previous icy edge. "I’ll take you to rest."

"No need. I can manage on my own. You should just stay and keep your fiancée company," Eleanor said coldly, shaking her head in stubborn defiance.

Hearing her words, Archie laughed instead of getting angry. His unblinking gaze locked onto her expression. "Oh? Are you jealous?"

"Why would I be jealous?" Eleanor suppressed her true feelings and sneered, pressing her lips together.

Archie replied as if it were a given. "Because you saw me with another woman, so you’re jealous."

"Archie Lockwood, rest assured, I won’t get jealous. I know exactly what kind of relationship we have better than anyone else. Therefore, I will never be jealous." Eleanor gripped the wheels of her chair tightly, putting on a relaxed front as she smiled mockingly.

The moment the words left her mouth, a hand clamped brutally around her throat. Her air supply was instantly cut off, and her pale, pretty face gradually turned bright red. She widened her eyes in terror, staring at the demonic man in front of her.

His eyes were bloodshot. With a wicked twist to his lips, he let out a chilling laugh, emphasizing every single word. "Eleanor Bishop, you truly are ruthless!"

It seemed that no matter what he did, this woman simply did not care.

"Let go... let go of me..." Eleanor hit the hand that was strangling her, struggling to force the words out.

"Eleanor! Are you proud of yourself when you see me this angry? You really have quite the talent for infuriating me at any given moment!"

Eleanor was thoroughly terrified by Archie’s murderous aura. She truly believed her neck was going to snap in the next second. Desperately, she tried to pry his fingers apart. "Ugh... Archie... let go..."

The more she struggled, the tighter his grip became. Gradually, she gave up fighting. She closed her eyes, letting her tears fall freely, simply allowing him to strangle her to death.

The moment he saw her tears fall, it felt as if his heart had been slammed by something heavy. He abruptly yanked his hand away from her throat.

The second he released her, Eleanor doubled over, clutching her neck with both hands as she coughed violently. The harder she coughed, the more her tears flowed. Eventually, she slumped to the side and burst into loud sobs.

Looking at her frail body and listening to her cries, Archie was filled with immense remorse. He raised his hands several times, only to drop them again. He didn’t know what was wrong with him. Whenever he heard this woman try to distance herself from him, he became so enraged that he completely lost control.

Eleanor cried for a long time before she finally felt like she was coming back to life. Lifting her tear-filled eyes, she struggled to sit upright and screamed at Archie in sheer resentment. "Archie Lockwood, why didn’t you just strangle me to death? Why didn’t you kill me! I’m nothing but a useless cripple anyway, so why didn’t you just end it! Kill me! If you have the guts, then kill me, Archie! It’s not like I want to live anymore anyway!"

Hearing her continuous, agonized questions and seeing her cry so heartbreakingly, a wave of sharp pain seized Archie’s chest. He spoke with deep anxiety, "Eleanor, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to. It hurts, doesn’t it? Let me see..."

Saying that, he reached out toward her neck again.

Seeing that he was about to touch her, Eleanor furiously slapped his hand away. "Archie Lockwood, spare me your hypocritical sympathy!"

She couldn’t understand it. The man who had just tried to strangle her was him, yet now he was the one asking if it hurt? How could he be so utterly disgusting? How could he want to murder her one second, only to act so deeply concerned for her the next? It was almost as if he genuinely worried about her getting hurt.

Archie wore a complex expression. His brows furrowed deeply as he offered a stiff explanation. "I didn’t mean to choke you. I told you a long time ago—as long as you stay by my side and obey me, I will treat you well. Why won’t you just listen? Why must you always provoke me?"