His Wicked Obsession (Archer and Virginia) novel Chapter 384

Archer stared at her focused profile. His gaze slid down the bridge of her straight nose and landed on her rosy lips.

Suddenly, he reached out and snatched the tablet away.

"Archer." Virginia frowned, turning to look at him.

"It's almost time for dinner. Stop reading."

He leaned in, his large hand naturally wrapping around her slender waist as he gently pulled her into his embrace.

Virginia planted her hands against his solid chest, attempting to put some distance between them.

Archer merely tightened his hold, resting his chin in the crook of her neck. His warm breath brushed against her earlobe.

"Virginia."

"...What is it?" Virginia tilted her head the other way to dodge his intensely warm touch.

Displeased, he straightened up and cupped her face with both hands, forcing her to look him in the eye.

"Let's have a baby."

The words dropped into the quiet living room like a stone tossed into a tranquil lake, sending ripples through the silence.

Virginia's body abruptly stiffened.

She looked at the aloof, aristocratic man in front of her. She closed her eyes, and when they opened again, they were clear and collected.

"I discussed this with Aunt Helena last time. I have no plans to have a child right now."

Archer froze.

Looking at her indifferent expression, a heavy knot of frustration formed in his chest.

"What if I want one? I want a child we create together. A child with both our blood running through their veins."

"Having Cynthia is enough for me."

Virginia stood up, looking at him with absolute calm.

Archer clenched his fists, a vein pulsing at his temple. His usually unflappable gaze was now churning with intense emotion.

"Do you not want to have a child at all, or do you just not want to have *my* child?"

Virginia frowned, feeling like he was picking a fight over nothing.

Archer came down the stairs, dressed in a set of light gray loungewear.

Faint dark circles shadowed his eyes, clearly showing he hadn't slept well the night before.

"Mr. Vanderbilt!"

Cynthia immediately tossed her airplane when she saw him, her little legs carrying her as she launched herself at him.

Archer bent down and scooped the little girl into his arms, his expression softening slightly.

The little girl smelled like sweet milk, and she rubbed her fuzzy little head against his chin.

He sat down on the sofa and set her down beside him.

Looking at that little face that bore a faint resemblance to Virginia, the heavy gloom in his chest lifted slightly.

"Cynthia," he said, gently pinching the little girl's soft cheek, keeping his voice very quiet.

"Hmm?" Cynthia blinked her big eyes.

"Do you want a little brother or sister?"