Divorce, Please: The Young Master Does Not Love Me

"I’m so sorry... I... I..." Eleanor Bishop didn’t know why Archie Lockwood had suddenly appeared, but when she heard his words, her face drained of color as she apologized anxiously.

Archie Lockwood was already furious, and seeing Eleanor Bishop looking so terrified, he gave a cold, self-mocking snort. "Since you broke our agreement by appearing before me, you’ll have to accept my punishment!"

"P-punishment..."

"Yes, punishment!" Archie Lockwood growled.

’I’m already in this state, and he still wants to punish me?’

The thought of his previous punishments made it impossible for her to remain calm.

Her face was deathly pale with fear and tension. She summoned every last bit of her strength to struggle against Archie Lockwood. "Archie Lockwood, you’re going too far!"

"Hah. Too far?" ’Who’s the one who really went too far?’

’She was the one who left without a word, who snuck away and made me worry, made me search for three long months!’

"Archie Lockwood, look at the state I’m in! Why won’t you just let me go!"

Archie Lockwood stared intently at her beautiful face and raged, "It’s precisely because of the state you’re in that I can’t let you go. Eleanor Bishop, I’ve never been a soft-hearted person, so don’t even think about me letting you off the hook."

With that, Archie Lockwood swept Eleanor Bishop into his arms and stormed out of the room.

Seeing that Archie Lockwood truly had no intention of letting her go, Eleanor Bishop began to sob. "Archie Lockwood, I know I’ve done many things wrong, but for the sake of the child I bore you, can’t you just forgive me...?"

"Shut up!" Hearing the woman in his arms speak, Archie Lockwood’s entire face darkened menacingly.

"What on earth do you want? Why won’t you just let me go!!!"

"Archie Lockwood, however much money my mom took from you, we’ll pay it all back! Please don’t do this to me, okay?"

"Archie Lockwood, put me down!"

"Archie Lockwood, what on earth are you trying to do?!"

...As he listened to Eleanor Bishop’s pleas, Archie Lockwood’s handsome face remained grim, and he refused to say a word to her.

The more silent he was, the more frantic Eleanor Bishop became.

She sobbed into Archie Lockwood’s embrace. "Please, just let me go..."

Archie Lockwood carried her to the car, opened the passenger door, and gently placed her in the seat. He then leaned in to fasten her seatbelt. He looked at her anxious, pretty face, raised an eyebrow, and asked sharply, "Are you done crying? Are you done making a racket?"

Hearing this, Eleanor Bishop froze. Just as she was about to speak, her voice full of grievance, Archie Lockwood cut her off.

"Eleanor Bishop, you should know damn well what kind of woman I despise the most! So, before I lose my patience with you, shut your mouth!" After this harsh threat, Archie Lockwood forcefully slammed the car door.

A loud SLAM— made Eleanor Bishop’s heart leap in her chest.

Tears welled in her eyes, but she didn’t dare let out another sob.

Archie Lockwood got into the driver’s seat, started the car, and drove off.

Under Archie Lockwood’s threat, Eleanor Bishop didn’t dare to cry for the rest of the journey. But deep down, she was more terrified than she had ever been.

About half an hour later, Archie Lockwood’s car pulled up to Excelsior Private Hospital.

She looked at Archie Lockwood, slightly astonished. She had thought he was taking her somewhere to... punish her harshly, to humiliate her...

Seeing Eleanor Bishop’s dazed expression, Archie Lockwood’s handsome brow furrowed in displeasure. "Sit still, and don’t move!"