His Wicked Obsession (Archer and Virginia) novel Chapter 338

Because he worked out year-round, taking off his shirt revealed smooth, powerful muscle lines.

However, across his right shoulder blade lay a red, swollen burn mark, its edges scratched with a few tiny cuts from the shattered glass.

Virginia frowned. She opened the medical kit and crouched by the edge of the sofa. Pulling out an iodine swab, she expertly and gently cleaned the area around his wound.

As the cotton swab touched the broken skin, the muscles in Archer's back instinctively tensed.

"Does it hurt?" Virginia softened her touch.

"No," Archer replied, his voice slightly hoarse and dry. "I'm sorry."

She didn't stop her movements, nor did she reply.

Today's incident certainly wasn't his fault; on the contrary, he had saved her.

Archer turned his head slightly, his gaze landing on the side of her face just inches away.

Her eyes were cast downward, her thick, long eyelashes casting a soft shadow over her eyelids, her expression entirely focused.

"You looked incredibly professional treating Chloe just now." He stared at her, a heavy, suppressed emotion swirling in his dark pupils.

Virginia's hand paused. "It's my job—"

Before she could even finish, Archer suddenly turned around. His large hand gripped her slender wrist, and with a slight tug, he pulled her entirely toward him.

Caught completely off guard, and already unbalanced in her crouched position, she crashed straight into his embrace.

He controlled her delicate wrist, tightened his arm around her, and used his other hand to cradle the back of her neck as he tilted his head and kissed her.

It was an urgent, aggressive kiss.

Unlike last night's tender reverence, he forcefully parted her lips, sliding in deep and greedily stealing her breath.

Forced to tilt her head back, Virginia pressed her hands against his shoulders. Beneath her palms lay his tense, explosive muscles.

He picked up his shirt and threw it on. "I'll pick you up after work tonight."

He had returned to his usual composed, imposing self, though a trace of raspiness still lingered in his voice.

"Alright," Virginia answered, her back turned to him.

After adjusting his clothes, Archer pushed the door open and left. Virginia immediately rushed over to Room 3.

...

The Maybach idled by the curb below the clinic. Seeing him walk out, Zachary Cole immediately stepped out to open the rear door.

Archer got in, and the car pulled away. Barely two minutes later, his phone suddenly buzzed.

It was Chloe.

He frowned, a flash of coldness crossing his dark eyes.