His Wicked Obsession (Archer and Virginia) novel Chapter 383

"Damn! It's a shame she isn't winning an Oscar with that acting!"

"And to think I actually felt sorry for her! Turns out she's just a manipulative faker pretending to be sick. Her heart is absolutely rotten!"

"Driving her sister to the edge while playing the weak victim to get sympathy. How is someone like this fit to play the piano?! I suggest they revoke all her previous awards!"

Reading these comments, Chloe was trembling with fury.

She gripped her phone and hurled it violently at the LCD television across the room.

With a dull thud, a spiderweb of cracks instantly bloomed across the screen.

"Bitch! Virginia, you absolute bitch!" she screamed through gritted teeth, her delicate features contorted with rage.

...

Meanwhile, at five-thirty in the afternoon, in the underground parking garage of the Vanderbilt Group.

Archer stepped out of his private elevator, wearing an impeccably tailored dark black bespoke suit, his tie knotted flawlessly. Zachary followed half a step behind him, carrying a briefcase.

Just as the two men reached the Maybach, the doors of the nearby employee elevator slid open. Director Harrison from the marketing department strode out briskly, carrying his laptop bag.

Neither party noticed the other.

Almost the instant Director Harrison stepped out of the elevator, a crisp, sweet child's voice echoed through the spacious garage.

"Daddy!"

Archer stopped in his tracks and turned to look.

A little boy of about three or four, wearing denim overalls, ran out from beside a white sedan and threw himself straight into Director Harrison's arms.

The moment Director Harrison caught his son, his entire demeanor softened.

He scooped the little boy into a hug and tickled him, making the kid burst into bright giggles.

The driver's side door pushed open, and a woman in a floral dress stepped out. She walked over with a tissue and gently wiped the sweat from Director Harrison's forehead.

"You must be exhausted today, right? I made a reservation at your favorite restaurant. Let's head straight there," the woman said softly, her eyes crinkling with a smile.

"Just seeing you two makes any exhaustion worth it." Director Harrison held his son with one arm and took his wife's hand with his other.

A home with Virginia—a home with a child he and Virginia had created together.

...

South Hill.

Virginia had just showered. She sat on the sofa wearing a pearl-white linen long-sleeved nightgown.

She held a tablet in her hands, displaying the medical file Valentin had sent her.

Her long hair was casually pinned up at the back of her head with an ebony hairpin, a few stray strands falling against her elegant neck.

A faint noise came from the entryway as Archer changed his shoes and walked in.

He casually handed his suit jacket to the housekeeper, who had hurried over, then took long strides to sit down beside Virginia.

The crisp, distinctive scent of his Oud & Bergamot cologne invaded her space bit by bit.

She didn't look up, but her fingertips swiping across the screen paused for a fraction of a second.