"..." Eleanor Bishop looked up. Watching Archie Lockwood act no better than a shrew, her brow furrowed in displeasure.
'Was everything I did wrong? Was there nothing I could do to please him?'
Resisting the urge to strangle her, Archie Lockwood simply forced her up from the sofa and into his arms.
"What are you doing?" Snatched up by Archie Lockwood, Eleanor Bishop's thoughts scattered. Her voice was sharp with panic.
Archie Lockwood glanced down at the woman in his arms and enunciated coldly, "Back to the room. To sleep."
"Didn't you say I couldn't sleep in the bed tonight if I didn't finish my food? Archie Lockwood, I didn't finish, and I don't intend to. So put me down. I'll be good and spend the night on the sofa." 'I can't stand being with him, getting yelled at and bullied.'
Her words only made Archie Lockwood angrier. He glared at Eleanor Bishop. "I said you weren't allowed on the bed tonight, but I never said you couldn't sleep in the room!"
