His Wicked Obsession (Archer and Virginia) novel Chapter 402

She simply didn't want to have his child.

Logan dropped his usual laid-back demeanor, leaning forward to set his coffee cup on the glass table.

"Well, that leaves only one other possibility."

Archer looked up.

Logan met his gaze, his tone unwavering. "When a perfectly healthy woman refuses to have a baby with you, there is only one reason. She doesn't love you."

The moment those words hung in the air, the temperature in the office plummeted to freezing, the silence so heavy a pin drop would echo.

Archer's grip on his fountain pen tightened instantly, his knuckles turning stark white.

Fearless as ever, Logan pressed on. "Think about who Virginia is. She's a top-tier psychologist. Rational, clear-headed, independent. If a woman like that truly loved you, how could she possibly refuse to build a family with you?"

"Shut up." Archer's eyes flared with raw hostility, his voice laced with violently suppressed rage.

It was the first time Logan had ever seen him lose control. Amazed but cautious, he quickly raised his hands in surrender. "Hey, don't get mad. I'm just guessing here. Anyway, you have a meeting this afternoon, so I'll get out of your hair."

At three o'clock in the afternoon, inside Conference Room One.

Top executives from various departments filled the seats along the oval table.

Evelyn Snow wore a sharply tailored cream business skirt suit, the pencil skirt hugging her waist tightly to accentuate her stunning curves.

Her makeup was flawless and subtle, her hair styled neatly at the nape of her neck, striking a perfect balance between professional and alluring.

Standing in front of the projection screen with a laser pointer in hand, she guided the room through her presentation, her voice brimming with confidence.

"Regarding the computing architecture for the next-generation chips, we've drafted three preliminary proposals. The first proposal focuses on the energy efficiency ratio..."

Evelyn clicked off the slideshow and cast a shy, hopeful glance toward the head of the table.

Archer tossed the proposal directly into the center of the table, sending pages scattering everywhere.

Evelyn flushed a deep, humiliated red. She stood rooted to the spot, completely mortified, her fists clenched tight in frustration beneath the table.

The executives kept their heads down and eyes glued to the table, absolutely no one daring to speak up and catch his wrath.

Archer pushed his chair back and strode out of the conference room.

Zachary hastily gathered his files and jogged to keep up.

Back in the CEO's office.

Archer loosened his tie and undid the top two buttons of his shirt, exposing the sharp, pale line of his collarbone.

He leaned back heavily in his leather chair, massaging his throbbing temples.