His Wicked Obsession (Archer and Virginia) novel Chapter 294

In reality, he had been eyeing this necklace for a long time. He felt the sapphire perfectly complimented her aloof elegance, so he didn't hesitate to spend millions of dollars to secure it.

He leaned down, bracing his hands on the edge of the vanity, boxing her in between the mirror and his chest.

The faint, intoxicating scent of Oud & Bergamot immediately enveloped her.

Archer turned his head, pressing his lips to the side of her neck. His breath was searingly hot.

Sensing no resistance from her, his gaze darkened. He reached out and turned her around in her chair, his dark eyes locking onto her lips.

He kissed her with absolute devotion.

The next afternoon.

Virginia was sitting on the living room rug, her laptop resting on her legs. Her beautiful brows were pulled together in a frown.

Miles Sutton had texted her that morning, saying his new song was missing a spoken-word intro. He insisted that his sister write it, claiming he would debut it at his upcoming concert.

Virginia typed a few words into the blank document, deleted them, and typed again.

When Archer walked in holding a glass of warm milk, he found her looking utterly tormented by the task.

He was wearing a light gray loungewear set, looking much softer than usual. Seeing her struggle, a hint of amusement danced in his eyes.

He sat beside her, handed her the milk, and propped up his long legs. Glancing at the discarded drafts on the screen, he asked.

"Writer's block?"

"Yeah," Virginia said, taking a sip of the milk. "Miles is dropping a new track. I want to write something profound, but it just feels like the words aren't capturing the right emotion."

As his sister, she was terrified of holding him back.

Archer's features softened as he leaned back casually against the sofa. "Don't overthink it. Just write from the heart. He's not looking for flowery prose; he wants the bond you two share."

Suddenly, she slammed her phone face-down on the table and threw her sunglasses down aggressively.

Liam Kendrick sat across from her, holding an iced Americano. He raised an eyebrow at her outburst.

He wore a burgundy dress shirt with the collar hanging wide open, exuding a reckless, cynical aura.

"What's wrong?"

"What's wrong? I'm his actual biological sister, yet he's practically groveling at the feet of that bitch Virginia!" Chloe gritted her teeth, her eyes red with tears of grievance. "What kind of spell did Virginia cast on him?!"

"Alright, stop crying." Liam handed her a tissue, a flicker of genuine heartache in his eyes. "Women like Virginia are full of tricks. How could a naive kid like Miles ever see through her?"

"Don't worry. Once Miles sees Virginia's true colors, he'll definitely regret treating you this way."

He paused, leaning forward slightly, and lowered his voice. "Chloe, there's a question I've been meaning to ask you."