His Wicked Obsession (Archer and Virginia) novel Chapter 239

"Mr. Vanderbilt! We haven't finished negotiating the deal..."

The European representative was completely baffled, but desperate to secure the contract, he yelled out anyway.

"Zachary, finalize the rest of the details!" Archer threw open the heavy oak doors of the conference room without looking back and sprinted toward the elevator.

The room full of executives stared at each other in shock.

Zachary was equally terrified, but eventually pulled himself together and politely continued the negotiations with the guests.

......

The moment he reached the hospital door, Archer's footsteps slowed.

Panting slightly, he paused in the doorway for a few seconds before finally pushing it open and stepping inside.

He didn't realize that his hesitation wasn't fear of the unknown—it was raw terror.

He was terrified that her waking up was just another cruel mistake...

Inside, Virginia was propped up in bed. The thick bandages wrapped around her head made her already slender face look even smaller, her eyes unnervingly large.

She had been staring blankly, trying to recall the moments before the crash. Hearing the noise, she looked up.

Their eyes locked.

There was no dramatic crying, no ecstatic celebrations of survival—only the deafening sound of their racing hearts.

Archer stared at her intently as he approached the bed. The emotions swirling in his eyes were potent enough to drown someone, yet he desperately tried to keep them buried under his icy exterior.

"Virginia." He called her name, his voice as coarse as sandpaper.

Virginia looked at him, her pupils trembling slightly.

His jaw was covered in dark stubble, and his eyes were completely bloodshot—a stark contrast to the polished man she knew.

She swallowed and whispered, "Archer..."

Archer couldn't describe what he was feeling.

Only one thought screamed in his mind: Hold her.

And so, he did.

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