His Wicked Obsession (Archer and Virginia) novel Chapter 401

Three days later, inside the VIP examination center of Capital City General Hospital.

Archer Vanderbilt walked out of the urology clinic wearing sunglasses, his face a mask of thunder.

Zachary Cole followed closely behind, holding a detailed medical report, not daring to breathe too loudly.

All of Archer's vitals were perfectly normal, with extremely high motility levels, proving beyond a shadow of a doubt that the issue didn't lie with him.

Perhaps, Logan Lambert's second theory was right.

...

Night fell over South Hill.

Virginia Caldwell had just coaxed Cynthia to sleep. Stepping out of the nursery and closing the door, she jumped at the sight of a shadow lingering in the hallway.

Under the warm yellow glow of the wall sconce, Archer stood tall and imposing.

He wasn't wearing his usual tailored suit today, only a navy blue custom shirt with the collar slightly unbuttoned and his tie hanging loosely around his neck.

"Let's talk," he murmured, his voice raspy and laced with an exhaustion he couldn't hide.

Inside the master bedroom.

Archer walked over to the floor-to-ceiling windows and turned to face Virginia.

"Virginia," he began, taking a deep breath as if making a monumental concession. "If there's some underlying medical reason why you can't have children, you can just tell me."

Virginia froze, a rare flicker of confusion crossing her clear, cool eyes.

A wave of tenderness washed over him. He stepped forward, taking her face in his hands, forcing her to meet his gaze.

The crisp, intoxicating scent of his signature Oud & Bergamot cologne enveloped her. His voice dropped low, carrying a note of near-desperate surrender.

"Even if we can never have kids of our own in this lifetime, it doesn't matter. I won't ever force you again."

Realizing what he was implying, Virginia's heart skipped a beat, her pupils constricting in shock.

This untouchable man, burdened with sky-high expectations since childhood, the sole heir and mastermind of the Vanderbilt Group, was actually willing to give up a bloodline just for her.

In that fleeting second, a suffocating wave of emotion tightened her throat.

Inside the CEO's office at the Vanderbilt Group.

Zachary placed a sealed medical report from Capital City General Hospital onto the expansive mahogany desk, swallowed hard, and nervously backed out of the room.

Archer's expression was freezing cold. His hand paused as it brushed against the envelope, but ultimately, he pulled out Virginia's test results.

The data was crystal clear.

Her reproductive health was flawless, her hormone levels perfectly balanced.

There was absolutely nothing wrong with her body.

Sitting across from him on the leather sofa, Logan had his legs crossed, sipping an iced americano. Watching Archer's face darken by the second, he raised a brow.

"Found out the truth? It's not a medical issue?"

Archer closed the file and tossed it onto the desk with a stony expression, his Adam's apple bobbing as he remained silent.

He had assumed Virginia only claimed she was healthy last night to comfort him, but to his dismay, she was telling the absolute truth.