His Wicked Obsession (Archer and Virginia) novel Chapter 174

Looking like this, he was incredibly handsome.

Her heart skipped a beat.

She frowned and quickly averted her eyes.

...

On the way back to the hotel, aside from the time in the car, Archer practically carried her the entire way, completely ignoring her every protest.

It wasn't until they reached her hotel room door and she realized he was going to take her key card that she quickly hid it behind her back.

"Look, I really can manage on my own. It's getting late. Just put me down, and you should go get some rest..."

"I won't have peace of mind. Give me the key, or I'll call the concierge to open it."

"..."

Virginia was rendered entirely speechless. Defeated, she handed over the card, letting him unlock the door and carry her inside.

Once inside, Archer gently set her on the sofa. Before she could utter a word, he elegantly shrugged off his coat and dropped into a crouch before her.

Virginia was startled, her eyes widening in disbelief. "Archer..."

"Does it still hurt?"

Without waiting for an answer, he lifted her right foot, resting it gently against his knee, and began to carefully massage her ankle with his long fingers.

The searing heat of his fingertips brushed against the inside of her ankle, his movements slow and the pressure incredibly light.

It was intoxicating.

"...It's fine."

Virginia looked down, the tips of her ears burning hot.

Archer glanced up at her reaction, his hands never stopping their soothing rhythm.

They were way too close.

She could see the exact curve of his eyelashes; she could feel the heat radiating from his breath.

And his palm was still wrapped around her ankle, his thumb seeming to stroke her skin subconsciously.

It was just her imagination, right? She tried to convince herself.

But a moment later, Virginia noticed something shifting.

Archer's breathing was growing significantly heavier. His Adam's apple rolled repeatedly. When he looked up at her, those ink-black eyes were swirling with something intense and suppressed.

Something desperate, teetering on the edge of entirely losing control...

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