Chapter 827 - 810: Is There a Regret Medicine in the World (10)

Chapter 827: Chapter 810: Is There a Regret Medicine in the World (10)

"Archie Lockwood, I am nothing to you, and I am certainly not your pet! Why should I obediently stay by your side? Why must I listen to you? Archie Lockwood, you are always so domineering, so unreasonable! I am a human being, not a dog you can whistle for and shoo away at your whim!"

"I’m domineering? I’m unreasonable? Eleanor Bishop, search your conscience and tell me—when have you *not* been the one to provoke me first?"

Hearing Archie Lockwood bring up this matter to argue with her again, Eleanor Bishop found it incredibly ridiculous. She had provoked him first, but what about him? Had he not taught her enough of a lesson?

Seeing Eleanor Bishop break into laughter amidst her tears, Archie Lockwood frowned even deeper. His anger surged. "What are you laughing at?"

Eleanor Bishop laughed mockingly. "Archie Lockwood," she said coldly, "if you really think I’m guilty of some unforgivable crime, that I, Eleanor Bishop, owe you, then just give me a knife. I’ll pay you back with my worthless life."

"Eleanor Bishop..." Archie Lockwood’s heart skipped a beat, his face instantly darkening. He steadied his nerves and gritted his teeth, about to speak coldly.

"Archie Lockwood, I don’t want to go on like this anymore!" she interrupted. "If you have the guts, kill me! If not, I’ll kill myself!"

Faced with Eleanor Bishop’s relentless demands and the resolute look in her eyes, Archie Lockwood truly panicked. He muttered in a low voice, "Kill yourself? You still want to kill yourself?"

"Yes. I want to kill myself."

"I forbid it!" Hearing this, he grabbed her shoulders tightly with both hands and shouted sternly.

Eleanor Bishop shed tears as she said mockingly, "What right do you have to forbid it, Archie Lockwood? Didn’t you want me dead, too? Wouldn’t my death be exactly what you wished for?"

"I don’t want you to die. How could I ever want you to die?" Archie Lockwood said urgently, raising his arms to pull her tightly into his embrace.

How could he possibly want her dead? How could he bear to let her die? He wondered why this woman always loved to twist the meaning of his words so much. Why did she always have to oppose him? Could she not just stay obediently by his side? Did she really have to treat him like this?

Just the thought of the time she had gotten into that car accident sent his heart into a state of sheer panic.

"Archie Lockwood, not everything and not everyone will always act according to your orders."

"Say no more. Aren’t you tired? Let’s go rest," Archie Lockwood said in a low, tense voice. Anxiously releasing her, he feigned composure and lifted her from the wheelchair into his arms.

Eleanor Bishop looked at the man, her delicate eyebrows furrowing tightly. She didn’t understand. She truly didn’t understand. Sometimes, the impression this man gave her really made her misinterpret things. He clearly hated her so much that he wanted her dead, yet now he was telling her he didn’t want her to die.

Shannon Vance finally snapped out of her daze only after watching the arguing couple leave the living room and head upstairs. Having stood there for too long, and overwhelmed by the shock of the scene, she stumbled backward involuntarily, her legs too weak to support her. The furious Archie she had just witnessed was a side of him she had never seen before. It truly terrified her. He was so, so scary. And then there was Eleanor Bishop, who had been exceptionally bold. If it had been Shannon in her place, she was certain she would have died a hundred times over by now.

She felt conflicted and hesitant. Should she still continue to fight for his affection?

Archie Lockwood carried Eleanor Bishop upstairs to his bedroom. Upon entering, the first thing that caught his eye was the suitcase in the room.

Eleanor Bishop saw it too. With a pale face and a hoarse voice, she said coldly, "Archie Lockwood, I don’t want to stay here!"

Archie Lockwood didn’t say a word. He carried her over to the bed and set her down. Turning around, he walked over to the suitcase, picked it up by the handle, strode to the door, and threw it straight out of the room.

BAM. The suitcase crashed into the opposite wall and fell to the floor, instantly bursting open and scattering clothes everywhere.

The loud noise gave Eleanor Bishop, who was sitting on the bed, a massive fright.

Without even sparing a glance at the clothes strewn across the floor, Archie Lockwood closed the bedroom door and turned back toward Eleanor Bishop.

Watching him approach her step by step, she mustered her courage and glared at him angrily. "What do you want to do? Archie Lockwood, I’m telling you, no matter what you intend to do, I’m not afraid of you!"

"I don’t want to do anything, Eleanor. Let’s just get along..." Just moments ago downstairs, when she had said she wanted to kill herself, wanted to die, and didn’t want to live anymore, it had truly terrified him. He was genuinely afraid.