Divorce, Please: The Young Master Does Not Love Me

The loud shout startled Eleanor Bishop. Her eyes widened, and she looked uneasily at Archie Lockwood.

Archie Lockwood was quite satisfied with her reaction.

He believed that a woman like Eleanor Bishop didn’t just need money—she also needed extravagance!

That was the only way to satisfy her vanity.

As his woman, he would do his utmost to provide whatever she wanted.

He would also make her understand that no one—no one—was more powerful than Archie Lockwood!

Jason Lockwood was never his equal, and from this day forward, no one ever would be!

"Archie Lockwood, what on earth are you trying to do? Why did you bring me back here?" Eleanor Bishop only dared to ask in a low voice as she watched Archie Lockwood carry her into the house.

Archie Lockwood carried her over to the sofa. He carefully set her down and said in a cold voice, "From now on, you’ll live here!"

"L-Live here?" Upon hearing his words, the color drained from Eleanor’s face, leaving it deathly pale.

Archie Lockwood sat down beside Eleanor Bishop. He picked up an orange and began to peel it, nodding as he spoke. "Yes. Didn’t you always want to live here?"

"I never..." ’When did I ever want to live here? Why am I the last to know?’

"You wanted to marry Jason Lockwood before, didn’t you? Wasn’t it because you were after the Lockwood family’s status? As the lady of the Lockwood family, if not in the family estate, where else would you live?" Archie Lockwood sneered, his tone low and matter-of-fact.

"..." Eleanor’s heart lurched. She whipped her head around to look at Archie, her expression one of utter shock and disbelief.

Archie Lockwood had just finished peeling the orange. He held a segment to Eleanor’s lips, a cold smile playing on his own as he raised an eyebrow. "What? Is the Lockwood family’s status not good enough for you anymore?"

At his words, Eleanor’s body trembled slightly, and a dull ache began to throb in her heart. With an ashen face, she gave a self-mocking laugh. "Archie Lockwood, is this your punishment for me?" ’I knew it,’ she thought. ’His punishments are always about humiliation!’

Relentless humiliation...

"That’s right. Otherwise, how would you want me to punish you?" ’Becoming the lady of the Lockwood family... isn’t that a good thing?’

Eleanor raised her hand and slapped the orange segment out of his grasp. Her eyes were red as she roared, "Archie Lockwood, you’re completely irrational! I want to go home! I’m going home right now!" With that, she pushed herself up on the sofa, trying to stand.

But the moment her foot touched the ground, before she was even upright, her legs gave out from under her...

Seeing she was about to fall, an angry expression darkened Archie’s handsome face. He shot his arms out, wrapped them tightly around her waist, and yanked her onto his lap. "Settle down!"

"Let go of me! I want to go home!" Eleanor, her eyes red, pounded on his arms.

Archie wasn’t a patient man to begin with. Seeing this disobedient, restless woman, his patience completely evaporated. "Eleanor Bishop, are you trying to get yourself killed?" he snapped. ’He’d already told her he was going to make her the lady of the Lockwood family. Why was she still making such a scene!’

’In this entire world, who else would even want her, apart from a kind soul like him?’

’In her condition, the fact that he didn’t find her repulsive was a blessing of epic proportions.’

"Archie Lockwood, what in the world do you want?"

"Eleanor Bishop, do not test the limits of my patience again and again!!!!" ’If she weren’t injured, did she really think he’d be speaking to her this calmly?’

’Give her an inch, and she takes a mile!’