"I'm begging you—you have to promise me!" she pleaded again.
"Fine, I got it!" Unable to resist her persistent begging, he answered reluctantly, though a slow-burning anger began to rise inside him.
"Thank you, thank you!" Only after getting his firm confirmation did Sophie finally relax.
Then she opened the car door and stepped out. "Thanks for driving me back," she said, bending down beside the car to thank him.
Archibald stared straight ahead at the windshield and didn't respond. Here we go again—why are you always so polite with me…
He was angry, but he wasn't sure whether he should be angry at her or at himself.
Sophie had no choice but to turn and head back to her apartment. Only after the lights in her building came on did Archibald finally start the engine…
It was very late—almost 2 a.m. now. He sped through the empty midnight streets in his sports car.
