His Wicked Obsession (Archer and Virginia) novel Chapter 403

Logan's blunt words about Virginia not loving him echoed like a relentless curse, leaving Archer completely restless and sparking a pounding headache.

Just then, a soft knock came at the door.

"Come in."

Evelyn pushed the door open.

Her eyes were red-rimmed, and she clutched a file tightly to her chest.

Keeping her head bowed, she approached the expansive desk, her voice laced with grievance and self-blame.

"I am so sorry. My preparation for today's presentation was entirely inadequate."

Archer didn't even look up, continuing to massage his temples.

Seeing this, Evelyn boldly took a step closer.

"I just re-evaluated the core logic for the computing architecture, but there are still a few data transition points I'm unsure about. Could you... possibly give me some guidance?"

Archer finally opened his eyes, his gaze landing on the document in her hands.

Despite his foul mood and splitting headache, he remained ruthlessly professional when it came to business.

Moreover, he had only recently promoted Evelyn. She had the technical skills but lacked big-picture strategic thinking. So, he took the file, uncapped his fountain pen, and circled two specific data points.

"The core logic is fine. The flaw is in the algorithm. The hardware department's interface protocols are rigid. If your algorithm doesn't adapt, the processing power will just be bogged down by dead-end commands."

His tone was completely detached and strictly business.

Yet, Evelyn leaned in closer, a blush creeping up her neck as she stared at his handsome, chiseled profile with pure adoration. It wasn't until his pen stopped moving and he sharply asked if she understood that she eagerly nodded, her eyes sparkling.

"Oh, I see it now. I understand. Thank you, Boss."

She took the file back but didn't leave right away. Instead, she reached into the pocket of her tailored skirt, pulled out a single eye mask packet, and slid it across his desk.

"Mr. Vanderbilt, I noticed you haven't been resting well lately. This is a soothing eye mask specifically for men. The clerk told me it has chamomile extract to relieve tension."

Virginia was curled up on the sofa in a loose cotton nightgown, fast asleep.

Hearing the noise, she rubbed her sleepy eyes. Without a single complaint, she naturally walked over and took the suit jacket draped over his arm.

While he washed up, she brewed a perfectly warm cup of calming tea and casually handed him an all-natural herbal eye mask.

When his irregular eating habits caused terrible stomach pain, she would personally prep the ingredients and slow-cook a soothing broth to settle his stomach.

And even though she despised seafood, she went out of her way to learn and cook elaborate seafood dishes just to cater to his tastes.

There were countless little moments like that, precious fragments of warmth that stood out in his memory.

Archer had always believed those actions were proof that Virginia truly cared for him.

But now, Logan's words rang mockingly in his ears.

He grabbed the box of eye masks off the desk and squeezed. His grip was brutal, instantly crushing the packaging into a mangled wreck.