His Wicked Obsession (Archer and Virginia) novel Chapter 473

Virginia let him hold her hand, her tone calm and steady. "It was an emergency. Besides, a life is priceless; I would have saved anyone who fell into the water. I never expected a reward, and I definitely didn't know the person was you."

Archer's pupils widened. The sudden pain from his wound made him frown, but it was nothing compared to the emotional blow.

All of his vaunted logic, restraint, and control shattered in that very second.

He prided himself on being in control of everything, yet he had been blinded for years by a manipulative woman's pathetic lie!

He had even pushed his rightful wife away under the guise of 'responsibility,' allowing Chloe to hurt her time and time again!

Any lingering shred of pity he had for Chloe vanished into thin air. His only regret was not ending her life with his own hands back at the scrapyard!

"Virginia." Archer flipped his wrist, forcibly intertwining his fingers with hers. "From now on, I will protect you and Cindy with my life."

He loved her, and more importantly, he owed them both everything!

Virginia's heart trembled.

Just then, a knock sounded, and the door was pushed open.

It was Helena Vanderbilt. Seeing that her son was finally awake, her eyes instantly welled with tears.

She was dressed in a dark purple patterned silk dress, carrying a rosewood food container filled with lunch and snacks she had brought specifically for Virginia.

Upon entering, her eyes fell on their tightly interlocked hands. Helena wiped the corner of her eyes, a look of profound relief washing over her face.

"Did I interrupt something?" she teased deliberately, setting the container on the coffee table without stepping any closer.

Virginia's cheeks flushed. She instinctively tried to pull her hand back, but Archer only gripped it tighter.

"Mom," Archer greeted from his pillows, his voice still ragged.

But now that he was conscious, a warm towel would still feel nice. Plus, after sleeping for so many days, she knew he had to be starving.

After carefully wiping his hands, Virginia walked over to the coffee table and opened the container.

A rich, mouthwatering aroma of chicken broth and expensive herbs filled the room. It was clear Mrs. Higgins had used the absolute best ingredients.

She scooped a small bowl for him, walked back to the bed, and adjusted the mattress so he was sitting up.

Archer leaned against the headboard. The dark gray hospital gown made the sharp angles of his slightly thinned face look even more strikingly handsome. His deep, dark eyes, now slightly sunken, burned with an even more intense intensity.

Virginia scooped up a spoonful, blew on it gently, and brought it to his lips.

Archer's gaze darkened as he parted his lips, taking the bite and swallowing.

The second spoonful, the third... he followed her lead perfectly.