His Wicked Obsession (Archer and Virginia) novel Chapter 337

The therapy session officially began.

Liam was asked to wait in the reception area outside.

Archer sat on the side, his gaze seemingly focused on the medical analysis resting on his lap, but in reality, he tracked Virginia's every single movement.

Virginia walked over with her notepad and sat on the sofa directly across from Chloe.

"Ms. Caldwell, let's start with a simple relaxation exercise." Virginia's voice was steady, entirely devoid of emotional fluctuation. "Close your eyes and take a deep breath."

Chloe subtly glanced at Archer before obediently closing her eyes.

Everything went perfectly normally for the first ten minutes.

That was, until Virginia brought up the incident at Bayview Manor from a few days ago.

Chloe's eyes snapped open. Gasping for air, she grabbed her head with both hands, her body shaking uncontrollably.

"Stop asking! I don't know!" she screamed, her eyes suddenly entirely bloodshot, her expression twisting back into madness. "You're all forcing me! You're all forcing me!"

She suddenly sprang up and lunged toward the coffee table. Grabbing the heavy glass pitcher resting there, she hurled it straight at Virginia's head without a second thought.

"Go to hell!"

The distance was too short, the attack too sudden.

Virginia's pupils contracted. Her body instinctively leaned back, but there was absolutely no time to dodge.

Just as the heavy glass was about to strike her, a large figure lunged forward...

Archer, who had been keeping a close watch on the situation, saw Chloe snap and immediately bolted over. Reaching out with his long arms, he grabbed Virginia by the waist, pulling her entirely into his embrace and using his own back to block the incoming pitcher.

"Smash!"

"Crash!"

Chloe wept pitifully.

Archer completely ignored her, coldly adding, "If you lose control of your emotions like this next time, the treatment ends permanently."

Liam didn't dare push his luck. Half-dragging, half-carrying the crying, thrashing Chloe, he pulled her out of the clinic.

The room fell completely silent.

Virginia looked at the mess on the floor, then at Archer's shoulder. She turned toward the cabinet behind her desk. "I'll have someone clean this up, and I'll grab the medical kit."

After hanging up the intercom call, Virginia returned carrying the kit.

Archer sat on the single sofa. The dark gray bespoke shirt clung tightly to his back, bearing a massive, dark brown water stain that bled downward, soaking a large portion of the fabric.

He unfastened his buttons with one hand, hooking his long fingers around his collar to undo the rest.