His Wicked Obsession (Archer and Virginia) novel Chapter 443

Virginia nodded in thanks. Zachary immediately escorted the doctor out, thoughtfully closing the door behind them.

About ten minutes later.

Archer's condition had noticeably improved.

He leaned back against the headboard, his long fingers massaging his throbbing temples.

His shirt was wrinkled, the tie hanging loosely around his neck. A few buttons were undone, and a layer of goosebumps pricked at his skin.

Virginia stood at the foot of the bed.

Her beige blazer hung open, loosely framing her body, while the dark green silk slip dress underneath hugged her stunning curves. Her flawless calves shifted subtly beneath the hem.

They stared at each other, separated by a few feet of space.

"You have feelings for Evelyn?"

Virginia's voice was flat, devoid of any inflection, but her hands balled into tight fists at her sides.

She knew Evelyn's words had been a deliberate provocation, but it still infuriated her.

It was true. She was twenty-seven now. She wasn't exactly young anymore...

Archer froze. He lowered his hand from his forehead, his brows knitting together as a flicker of bitterness surfaced in his eyes.

"Do you really not know how I feel?" His voice was unnaturally raspy from the lingering drug.

Virginia didn't respond, though the look in her eyes softened a fraction. Even so, she turned and headed for the door.

Panic seized him. He threw off the covers, strode off the bed, and pulled her firmly into his arms from behind.

His arms tightened, locking her against him. He buried his chin in the crook of her neck, his scorching body heat searing through her thin clothing, making her flinch.

Clementine, standing by the door with her arms crossed, couldn't help but roll her eyes. "Dragging me out to catch a cheater, and I end up having to watch you two get all domestic! Fine, fine. Since everything's okay, I'm heading out."

With that, she clicked away in her stilettos, pulling the door shut behind her.

About half an hour later, the bathroom door opened. Archer stepped out shirtless, a pure white towel wrapped low around his waist.

He was impeccably built—broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and defined abs. Droplets of water still clung to his luminous skin.

Virginia was sitting at her vanity, applying hand cream. She had changed out of the dark green slip dress and was now wearing a long, creamy-white cotton nightgown that trailed across the carpet.

Archer walked over, planting his hands on the edge of the vanity, boxing her in.

He smelled fresh and crisp, the body wash completely masking that cheap, cloying perfume from earlier.

"Virginia." He gently held her chin, forcing her to look at him.

"..." Virginia frowned up at him, deep exhaustion lingering in her eyes.

His dark eyes flickered. Pressing his lips into a thin line, he finally voiced the desire burning in his chest. "Let's make this work. Can we?"

Staring into his intense, obsidian gaze, she didn't look away.