Eleanor Bishop coughed for a long while before her throat finally felt a little better. With red-rimmed eyes, she looked up at Archie Lockwood, aggrieved. "I'm sorry, please don't be mad. I didn't do it on purpose..."
"Heh, sorry? Not on purpose?" Archie Lockwood slammed the water glass down on the table and pointed at himself. "Eleanor Bishop, are you sure you're apologizing to me?"
Seeing how angry Archie Lockwood was, Eleanor Bishop felt even more aggrieved. "Archie Lockwood, don't be so unreasonable. I've already apologized, what more do you want?"
"Did I ask for your apology?"
"Then what do you want? I didn't mean to cough..." 'I just choked and coughed a few times, it's not like it's the end of the world. Does he really have to be so petty and start a fight with me over it?'
Hearing this, Archie Lockwood practically roared through gritted teeth, "Eleanor Bishop!!! If I die one day, it'll be because you've angered me to death!"
