His Wicked Obsession (Archer and Virginia) novel Chapter 394

"Mr. Vanderbilt, I'm Evelyn Snow from the R&D department. I saw how exhausted you looked, so I just wanted to help you relax..."

Archer's expression darkened, his dark eyes unreadable.

"Who let you in?"

Evelyn bit her lip, her voice sickeningly sweet.

"Zachary went down to the R&D department. This document needed your urgent signature. I knocked, but you didn't answer, so I took the liberty of coming in myself..."

Archer looked away, closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose. "Get out! Don't let it happen again."

Evelyn was stunning, possessed a gorgeous figure, and had graduated from a top university. She never had a shortage of suitors. This was the first time she had been rejected so blatantly. Her smile almost slipped from her face.

"Yes, Mr. Vanderbilt. I'll leave right now."

She clenched her fists and backed out of the room, looking humiliated.

...

Late at night, at the South Hill villa.

Archer pushed open the door to the master bedroom.

The top two buttons of his bespoke black shirt were undone. His tie hung loosely around his neck, revealing his sharp, pale collarbones.

Tall and broad-shouldered, he carried the stifling heat of the summer night on him. His eyes were heavy with days of accumulated exhaustion.

Fresh from the shower, Virginia wore a light gray silk slip dress. She was half-leaning against the headboard, engrossed in a thick original medical textbook.

Archer hadn't been home for days. Seeing this alluring sight, his gaze darkened.

He instinctively walked toward her. As soon as he drew near, a fiercely aggressive rose perfume invaded her senses.

Virginia paused mid-page and furrowed her brow.

Realizing what she meant, Archer frowned and offered an explanation. The next second, a glint flashed in his eyes. He lowered his head and captured her lips.

Was she... jealous?

He kissed her hard, urgently demanding a response, his actions tinged with the slight anger of being misunderstood.

Virginia didn't struggle violently. She simply pressed her hands against his rock-solid chest, keeping her jaw clenched shut, completely shutting him out.

This silent resistance stung more than a slap to the face.

After a long time, he stopped. Breathing heavily, he rested his forehead against hers.

"Virginia, don't do this to me..." His voice was incredibly low, carrying a painfully restrained rasp.

Virginia raised her hand, firmly pushed his shoulder away, and pointed at the door.

"Get out!"