Archibald looked at Sheila who was unsettled and rolled his eyes helplessly, "Sheila, why are you so garrulous? I have never seen you so nervous before!"
Sheila could not find the verbal equivalent of her thoughts and could only stare at him without saying anything.
Archibald frowned, "Don't glare at me like this. Hurry up and drive, we'll meet at the entrance of the hotel."
"Remember to keep steady!"
"I know, Sheila, you are just like a biddy."
"How dare you!" Sheila turned and ran out of the door with her bag in her hand, "Archie, wait and see. After Ingrid recovers, if I can't beat you to death, you can do whatever you like to me!"
Archibald hugged Ingrid and walked out with full confidence, "If so, can I marry you?"
Sheila let out a 'bah,' "Wishful thinking! You are the last man
