"Archie Lockwood, that's enough!" She'd admit to climbing into his bed; that had been her mistake.
But he didn't have to relentlessly trample all over her self-respect!
"If that's enough, then I suppose I don't need to recount the past for you piece by piece, Eleanor Bishop. You need to understand that between us, you were always the one meticulously scheming against me. From the beginning to the end, it was all your calculation. So for you to act all prim and proper now, trying to draw a line in the sand? You're being far too naive."
Hearing Archie Lockwood's words, Eleanor Bishop's face turned deathly pale.
She bit her lip hard, glaring resentfully at Archie Lockwood.
"Be good. Don't look at me like that, or I'll get angry." Seeing Eleanor Bishop's furious gaze, Archie Lockwood's expression darkened. He lifted a hand in displeasure and covered her eyes.
