Archie Lockwood's patience had run out. In a low, angry voice, he spoke again, "What do you want to eat? I'll have someone make it."
"I'm not hungry," Eleanor Bishop said, shaking her head.
'He'd just arrived at the Vance family's home when he started thinking about her. Worried she hadn't eaten, he'd rushed all the way back, only for her to tell him she wasn't hungry?'
At that thought, Archie Lockwood's patience vanished completely. His handsome face turned cold as he forcefully yanked Eleanor Bishop into his arms. "I'm hungry. You're eating with me."
"Oh, fine. I'll eat with you then," Eleanor Bishop replied faintly, swallowing her anger and forcing herself to yield.
Hearing the heavy reluctance in Eleanor Bishop's voice, Archie Lockwood suppressed his irritation and asked coldly, "What do you want to eat?" 'His temper really was getting better lately,' he thought sarcastically.
'The way this woman treated him... and he still managed not to explode.'
