His Wicked Obsession (Archer and Virginia) novel Chapter 278

Chloe nodded sweetly. But the moment she lowered her head, a dark gleam of malice flashed in her eyes.

That b*tch thought she could steal her parents away? In her dreams!

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Back at South Hill.

The living room was completely silent. Archer was still holding Virginia's hand.

He looked down, his gaze settling on her soft palm, where faint crescent marks remained from how tightly she had been clenching her fists.

The rough, warm pad of his thumb gently traced over the red indentations, sending a sudden tremor through Virginia's body.

"Ginny, whenever someone makes you uncomfortable, tell me," Archer said, looking up. His dark, intense eyes locked onto hers with absolute sincerity. "I'll handle it for you."

Virginia's breath hitched.

Before she could respond, he suddenly lowered his head and pressed his lips firmly against the back of her hand.

Virginia's eyes widened in shock. She yanked her hand back and scrambled to her feet in a panic. "I-I need to get some water."

Moving too fast and entirely flustered, her foot caught the edge of the thick rug. A sharp gasp escaped her as she lost her balance, collapsing heavily back onto the edge of the sofa.

"Ah!"

A sharp, piercing pain shot through her ankle, draining the color from her face instantly.

Archer's expression darkened. He instantly dropped into a low crouch on the Persian rug, his large hand securely gripping her slender ankle to lift it.

"Don't move," he ordered, his voice dangerously low.

Virginia gasped in pain, her brow furrowing tightly.

Archer supported her leg, resting her small, delicate foot against his thigh.

The stark contrast of his dark tailored trousers against her pale skin was visually arresting.

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