Archie Lockwood carried Eleanor Bishop to the sofa and tossed her directly onto it, not caring in the slightest if the fall would hurt her.
Eleanor landed heavily on the cushions. Her heart leaped into her throat as she looked up at him uneasily.
"Eleanor Bishop, you'd better give me a clear explanation." He wondered if all her talk about being ill-fated and having incompatible star signs meant she simply wanted to leave him.
Suppressing her fear, Eleanor let out a bitter, self-deprecating laugh. "There's nothing to explain. You already know everything there is to know. What else is there to say?"
"Eleanor! Don't you forget how the two of us started!" It was her who had schemed against him and seduced him first.
And now she wanted to leave? From the very beginning, she had been the one pulling the strings between them. What gave her the right to start things whenever she pleased and leave whenever she wanted? As far as he was concerned, he wouldn't allow it. Absolutely not!
