His Wicked Obsession (Archer and Virginia) novel Chapter 400

Archer wore an impeccably tailored white button-down shirt paired with light tan linen trousers.

Even in the chaotic, noisy amusement park, his aristocratic, unapproachable aura couldn't be suppressed, causing countless young women to turn their heads as he walked by.

Cynthia wore a beautiful pink tutu. Clapping her chubby hands around a massive pink cotton candy, she excitedly ran ahead.

The two adults walked side-by-side behind her, separated by less than two feet of space.

A gust of hot wind swept past, scattering Virginia's loose hair and blowing a few messy strands across her cheek.

Just as she raised her hand to brush them away, a large hand reached out beside her.

It was Archer.

His long, elegant fingers threaded through her soft hair, catching the unruly strands and gently tucking them behind her ear.

His thumb—whether intentionally or not—slowly brushed against the delicate shell of her ear.

At the sudden rush of warmth, Virginia stiffened. She paused her steps for a fraction of a second, but she didn't pull away.

Archer's eyes darkened. He cleared his throat, retracted his hand, and let his gaze fall on the natural blush of her profile. His Adam's apple bobbed.

Without saying a word, he took a long stride forward to catch up with Cynthia.

It was as if the three of them had reached some unspoken agreement. The rest of their day was not only filled with laughter, but it overflowed with the genuine warmth of a family.

...

The next day.

Late at night, in a top-floor private room at The Summit Club.

Archer leaned back against the leather sofa. The top two buttons of his dark gray dress shirt were undone, revealing his pale collarbones—radiating an icy, untouchable allure.

He held a glass of whiskey. Tilting his head back, his Adam's apple rolled as he downed the golden liquid in a single gulp.

Logan Lambert and Zane Sinclair exchanged a glance, both acutely aware of the freezing aura radiating from him.

"Speak," the man commanded, his voice trembling with barely suppressed fury.

"First, the man has a medical issue. Like... erectile dysfunction, or low sperm count." Logan let out a fake cough. "To protect the guy's fragile ego, the woman claims she doesn't want kids, taking all the blame on herself."

Archer's face instantly went black.

Monitoring his expression, Logan secretly laughed to himself and quickly threw out the second possibility.

"Second, the woman has a hidden medical condition herself and is physically unable to conceive. She's terrified the man will be disgusted by her, or she doesn't want to burden him, so she strikes first and pretends to want a child-free lifestyle."

Archer's movements came to a complete halt.

He thought back to the year they were actually married. Though they hadn't been intimate very frequently, they had never actively used any protection. Yet, there had never been any sign of a pregnancy.

Could it be... that it truly was a medical issue?

He tilted his head back and took another massive gulp of alcohol.