His Wicked Obsession (Archer and Virginia) novel Chapter 420

Before Virginia could get a word in, Helena sighed heavily.

"Archer is impossibly stubborn. I won't interfere too much in your marriage. As for children..."

She paused, her gaze dropping to Virginia's flat stomach.

"Yesterday, Mrs. Layton was bragging about her twin grandsons to me again. But I thought about it, and you kids are so busy with work and under so much pressure. If you don't want kids right now, then don't have them. We have plenty of time. As long as you two are happy together, nothing else matters."

Virginia's heart clenched, her fingers turning white around her teacup.

The more accommodating Helena became, the more agonizing the guilt ripped through her chest...

The next evening, in the downtown business district.

The city lights began to flicker on as the summer heat baked the streets.

Evelyn, clutching a stack of freshly organized files, was heading out to meet a client when she unexpectedly spotted a familiar black Maybach.

The luxurious car rolled to a smooth stop across the street, right in front of a three-Michelin-star French restaurant.

The valet respectfully pulled the door open, and a long leg clad in custom slacks stepped out.

It was Archer.

Evelyn's breath hitched. She was just about to force a bright smile and call out to him, but then she watched the man walk around to the passenger side and personally pull the door open.

A second later, a fair, elegant hand slipped into his palm, and a woman stepped gracefully out of the car.

Archer had deliberately made reservations for tonight and personally picked Virginia up from her clinic after work.

She was wearing a minimalist, knee-length black silk slip dress paired with a sheer beige shawl. Her hair was loosely pinned up, and her slender feet were strapped into champagne stilettos.

She exuded an effortlessly untouchable, magnetic aura.

Archer immediately draped an arm around her waist, the gesture natural yet screaming of absolute, predatory possession.

The two walked side-by-side into the restaurant, looking utterly flawless together.

Soon, the main courses arrived.

Archer picked up his knife and fork, effortlessly carving his steak into perfectly even bite-sized pieces before swapping his plate with Virginia's.

The entire process was incredibly elegant, casual enough not to seem forced.

The rest of dinner was actually quite pleasant. Neither of them brought up the unpleasantness from before. Instead, they shared quite a few lighthearted things that had happened over the past couple of days.

Just then, a waiter approached carrying a decanter of aerated red wine.

Perhaps it was simply out of pure nerves, but his foot caught on the floor.

With a loud gasp, the dark red liquid splashed forward, drenching Virginia's beige shawl and silk dress.

"I am so sorry! I am so incredibly sorry, Ma'am!" the waiter cried, his face turning deathly pale as he bowed repeatedly.

The manager had explicitly warned them that the man who booked out the restaurant tonight was the absolute king of the city, and they had to treat him like royalty. Yet now...