"Ah—" Eleanor Bishop jumped, startled by the man who had suddenly rushed over. She looked at Archie Lockwood in a panic.
Seeing that too many people were gathering around, Owen Miller furiously grabbed Eleanor Bishop, preparing to drag her through the crowd. "What are you spacing out for, you bitch? Come with me, now!"
Eleanor Bishop's first instinct was to resist, but when her gaze met Archie Lockwood's deep, dark eyes, she froze in fear.
So, she could only let Owen Miller drag her away.
Archie Lockwood watched the man lead Eleanor Bishop away, not even putting up a fight. His eyes grew cold, and his hands, hanging at his sides, slowly clenched into fists. 'It seems she really has sunk as low as she can go.'
'To get involved with a man like that.'
"Dad, is that pretty lady going to be okay?" Shirley Lockwood asked quietly, turning and tugging on Archie Lockwood's arm in concern.
