His Wicked Obsession (Archer and Virginia) novel Chapter 448

If he really had dug up the truth about Cynthia's parentage, what would he do?

Would he fight her for custody? Or would that damn sense of duty force him to chain the two of them to his side forever?

After her shower, she slipped into a slip dress, dried her hair, applied her skincare, and climbed into bed, pretending to be asleep.

Right now, she had absolutely no idea how to face him.

She didn't know how much time had passed when the door lock clicked softly. Moments later, the familiar scent of Oud & Bergamot drifted in, and the mattress dipped.

Virginia held her breath, her fingers automatically clenching the edge of the blanket.

The next second, a large, warm hand slid around her from behind. Gripping her waist, he pulled her flush against a broad, scorching chest.

Archer rested his chin in the crook of her neck, his breathing heavy.

Seemingly aware she was faking it, he cupped her shoulder and gently rolled her over until they were face to face. Lowering his head, he pressed a kiss to her forehead, trailing his lips down her brow, and finally resting them softly against her mouth.

It was a kiss of utter, devastating tenderness.

There was none of his usual dominance or blazing lust—only raw heartbreak and reverence.

Virginia couldn't keep up the act. She opened her eyes and pushed against his chest.

"Archer, what exactly do you think you're doing?"

He didn't let go. Instead, he pulled her even tighter against him. "When you were pregnant... when you were all alone in a foreign country having her... it must have been so hard."

His voice was barely a whisper, but it slammed into her chest like a sledgehammer.

He really did know...

"When did you find out?" Her voice went taut with defense, but she didn't bother denying it.

Archer buried his face against her neck, his arms wrapping around her so fiercely her bones ached.

Tears leaked from the corners of her eyes, soaking into the pillow and her collar.

Feeling the dampness against his neck, Archer jerked his head up in a panic.

His long fingers brushed her cheek, the slightly rough pads wiping away her tears.

"Don't cry." He kissed the teardrops from her lashes, handling her as if she were made of the finest, most fragile glass. "From now on, it'll just be the three of us. Everything is going to be okay."

"Virginia, why did you have my child in secret?" His large hand stroked her long hair, trying to comfort her, but his heart was pounding out of his chest in fear.

Despite how spectacularly they had fallen apart back then, she had still been willing to keep his child. Did that mean she still loved him?

Virginia stayed silent for a long time before she slowly spoke.

"I went abroad after the divorce. By the time I found out I was pregnant, I was already two months along."

"I was going to abort it."