His Wicked Obsession (Archer and Virginia) novel Chapter 474

Throughout the entire meal, his gaze never left her slightly thinned face. He didn't look away for a single second.

That intense, deeply focused, and unapologetically possessive stare made the air in the room feel dangerously thin.

"Just... focus on eating. Stop staring at me."

His gaze was so scorching that the tips of Virginia's ears grew hot, and the hand holding the spoon began to tremble slightly.

"You're beautiful," Archer said, his voice smooth and low.

Virginia's face flushed crimson.

She lowered her eyelashes to avoid his predatory gaze and fed him the last spoonful of soup.

Setting the porcelain bowl down, she grabbed a tissue to wipe the corner of his mouth.

Instead, he raised his uninjured arm, grabbed the hand holding the tissue, and pressed a reverent kiss to the back of it.

...

The next afternoon, in the VIP ward.

When Logan Lambert and Zane Sinclair pushed the door open, Virginia was holding a cup of warm water, gently using a cotton swab to moisten Archer's lips.

The man was leaning against the headboard, his dark gray hospital gown hanging loosely off his frame, revealing the thick bandages wrapped across his chest. His eyes were entirely locked onto Virginia's face. The usual icy, untouchable aura was completely gone, replaced by a bottomless pool of affection.

Logan placed a fruit basket on the coffee table, pulled up a chair by the bed, and crossed his legs casually.

"Tsk, tsk, look at this VIP treatment," Logan teased, winking at Zane. "If I knew taking a knife got you this kind of pampering, I would have taken the hit for him. Who's to say if this injury was a blessing or a curse, right?"

Zane adjusted his glasses and chimed in. "No kidding. Mr. Vanderbilt definitely came out on top here."

The only light in the hospital room came from a warm yellow wall sconce.

Virginia was dressed in a light gray silk slip dress, her long hair pinned up casually.

Carrying a basin of warm water to the bedside, she wrung out a towel and carefully wiped down Archer's arms, neck, and chest, avoiding his bandages.

After finishing his upper body and abdomen, her movements stopped. Her gaze landed on the waistband of his hospital pants, and a deep blush uncontrollably spread across her cheeks.

"Can you... change your own pants?" she asked.

Over the past few days, aside from basic wiping, a male nurse had handled the more intimate care. But right now, she was the only one here, and she had no idea where to start.

Archer leaned against the headboard. The injury to his right shoulder made it nearly impossible for him to move his upper body without agonizing pain. Besides, he didn't want to move anyway...

His Adam's apple bobbed as his dark eyes locked onto her beautiful face. "I'm sorry. I wish I hadn't gotten hurt."