Archie Lockwood glanced at Eleanor Bishop, his voice cold as he enunciated each word. "This is what you call not hurting? Eleanor Bishop, your lying skills could use some improvement!"
Eleanor Bishop's face was pale from the pain. She felt aggrieved and wanted to cry, but she didn't dare. She could only lower her head, her eyes red, and whisper, "I'm sorry..."
"Sorry? Heh. You've really got some nerve, Eleanor Bishop! If you're going to get drunk and make a scene, do it far away from me! Don't let me run into you again! Otherwise, I'll make absolutely sure you never get the chance to do something like this ever again!"
"I get it. Don't worry, you won't see me again." Eleanor Bishop thought Archie Lockwood was only angry because he didn't want to see her. So, she suppressed her own pain, looked up, and replied with a faint smile.
