His Wicked Obsession (Archer and Virginia) novel Chapter 413

"Mr. Vanderbilt, if you like that band-aid, I can bring some to the office for you tomorrow..." Evelyn offered tentatively, a shy lilt in her voice.

He had to be harboring special feelings for her. Why else would he be so captivated by the band-aid she gave him?

Archer snapped back to the present, his focus zeroing in on the pink strawberry pattern.

Like it?

Why would he ever like something so childish?

The only thing he liked was the person who had put it on him.

But that person didn't have a heart at all...

"No need."

Archer's voice was sharp and entirely devoid of warmth.

He tossed the band-aid casually onto the table, then grabbed a napkin and pressed it haphazardly against the back of his hand. Blood quickly soaked through the paper, but the bleeding stopped.

Evelyn couldn't figure out why he was suddenly so angry. The shyness hadn't even faded from her eyes before her face flushed with humiliation and confusion.

She bit her lower lip, staring at Archer's striking profile, a flicker of deep resentment flashing in her chest.

Why?

She had made it so incredibly obvious that she wanted him. Why was he keeping her at such a freezing distance?

Was it because of that kept woman tucked away in his mansion? What was so great about her anyway?

Archer didn't even spare Evelyn a glance.

Standing up, he tossed the bloodied napkin onto the table and strode out of the private room.

"Mr. Vanderbilt..." Evelyn called out reflexively, desperate to chase after him and secure some private time together.

But he didn't look back. "Zachary will drive you home shortly."

Evelyn stood alone in the room, glaring at Archer's retreating back, a wave of bitter envy washing over her.

"Mr. Vanderbilt!" Cynthia dropped her Lego bricks, scampered over, and hugged his leg.

Toby stood up as well, his small hands nervously clutching the hem of his shirt as he mumbled a greeting.

"Dad..."

Archer acknowledged them with a hum, reaching down to ruffle Cynthia's hair before his gaze drifted over the children and landed on Virginia.

She simply looked away, reaching out to pick up her glass from the coffee table.

He clenched his fist, tearing his eyes away to check his watch.

"It's past seven," he said, his voice dropping as he looked at Toby, who was standing frozen in place. "Toby, it's getting late. Time to go home."

Toby nodded obediently and turned to grab his little backpack.

Miles looked from Virginia's icy profile to Archer's unapproachable demeanor. He immediately hopped up, brushing imaginary dust off his shorts.