His Wicked Obsession (Archer and Virginia) novel Chapter 424

When Virginia pushed the door open, Clementine was leaning against the headboard. A gauze pad was taped to her forehead, and her red eyes were swollen like walnuts.

"Ginny..." The moment she saw her, Clementine's tears started falling again.

Virginia walked over, placing the gift basket and flowers on the nightstand before pulling up a chair.

"Does it still hurt?"

Clementine shook her head, grabbing Virginia's hand and sobbing uncontrollably. "Ginny, I'm not in pain. I'm just devastated about Xavier. That bastard has no heart! I chased him for so long, and he won't even look at me."

She sniffled, fat tears rolling down her cheeks.

"You don't understand. Yesterday in Los Angeles, I saw him holding that woman's hand with my own eyes. The way he looked at her... he was so gentle it broke my heart. He has never looked at me like that..."

Virginia listened quietly, squeezing Clementine's hand and gently patting her knuckles.

When it came to love, only the person drinking the water knew if it was hot or cold.

She pulled a tissue from the box and handed it over. "Clem. Xavier Quinn isn't the only man in the world."

Clementine took the tissue and roughly wiped her face, looking up with a hiccup.

"You're Ms. Sherwood. You have the background, you have the looks. If he doesn't know a catch when he sees one, we'll just find someone who does. If you want, I can introduce you to someone anytime."

That finally drew a laugh out of Clementine. She wiped away the tear tracks and sniffled again.

"You just love making fun of me."

"So, are you going to pursue this incident?"

Clementine understood what Virginia was asking. At the mention of Mandy, her tearful amusement vanished, replaced by a cold, sharp glare.

It was a flawless replica of Virginia's fashion sense from her younger years.

Archer sat behind his massive desk, looking sharp in a bespoke black dress shirt accented by a silver collar pin.

Hearing her enter, he looked up from the mountain of reports.

The moment his eyes locked onto Evelyn's outfit, his brows twitched into a subtle frown.

"Mr. Vanderbilt, this is the Core Architecture Beta Report." Evelyn placed the file on his desk, intentionally softening her voice.

He leaned back against the leather chair, his long fingers tapping twice against the mahogany surface. He didn't even glance at the document.

"I believe I reminded Group Leader Snow that the office is a place of business," he said, his voice cold and strictly professional. "Dress appropriately."