His Wicked Obsession (Archer and Virginia) novel Chapter 116

Right now, she was completely out of her mind, but he was wide awake!

"Virginia!"

She fluttered her eyes, but her gaze remained unfocused.

Archer clenched his fists. Without a moment's hesitation, he scooped her up into his arms and carried her straight into the bathroom.

The bathtub was already filled with freezing water. He didn't even bother taking off her clothes, simply lowering her straight into the icy depths.

The freezing water swallowed her up. Virginia violently shivered, thrashing around wildly before the shock finally hit her system, and she began to settle.

He let out a sigh of relief and dropped to one knee beside the tub. He kept one hand braced on the edge while his other hand cupped the back of her neck to keep her head above water.

The black satin gown billowed beneath the surface, floating up and down alongside the dark locks of her hair fanned out over the water.

Virginia's breathing slowly leveled out. The unnatural, burning fever was bit by bit suppressed by the biting chill of the bath.

Archer stayed right by her side the entire time, watching as the frantic blush on her face gradually faded back to its normal color.

He had no idea how much time passed before she completely stopped moving.

Her eyes were shut tight, her chest rising and falling evenly. The ordeal had drained her completely, and she had fallen into a deep sleep.

Archer raised his hand, naturally brushing the wet strands of hair away from her face.

The moment his fingers grazed her skin, he visibly paused.

As if he had just touched an open flame, he quickly jerked his hand back. Standing up, he lifted her out of the tub, grabbed a fresh towel, and wrapped her up securely.

As he laid her flat on the bed and moved to pull the covers over her, he hesitated.

If she sleeps in these soaking wet clothes, she'll definitely catch a cold...

His fingers curled slightly. In the end, Archer squeezed his eyes shut, and purely by touch, stripped her of the wet dress and managed to slip a plush robe over her.

By the time he was finished, a thin layer of sweat coated his forehead, and his throat was bone dry.

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