His Wicked Obsession (Archer and Virginia) novel Chapter 476

Archer's breathing grew heavier by the second. His large hand slid up her waistline, the scorching heat of his palm kneading her softly through the damp fabric.

"Archer..." she gasped, turning her head to catch her breath, her voice melting into a soft plea. "Not here..."

The man didn't stop.

He had been starving for so long, and now that the sweetest temptation was right in his arms, there was no way he was pulling back.

He nuzzled into the crook of her neck, his teeth lightly grazing her flawless skin. "I'm injured. You take the lead."

With that, he pulled her even tighter against him...

The next morning.

Archer was sitting on the sofa, a laptop propped open on the coffee table in front of him.

He wore a tailored black dress shirt, buttoned all the way to the top, fully restoring his untouchable, hyper-focused corporate persona.

On the screen were the grim faces of several top executives from Vanderbilt Group.

They were in the middle of a high-stakes video conference.

Archer's face was ice-cold. His long fingers tapped rhythmically against the table, his voice freezing the air in the room. "Regarding the AI promotion strategy for the second half of the year—your data modeling is completely detached from reality, and the market research is an absolute joke. Is this the final proposal you're presenting to me?"

The executives on the other side of the screen were dead silent, terrified to even breathe.

Right at that moment, the door to the ward swung open.

Virginia walked in, her eyes glued to her phone as she read through the dinner menu Helena had just sent, completely oblivious to the video call.

"Archer, what do you want for dinner? Today they have steamed sea bass, scallop and truffle bisque, pan-seared Wagyu tenderloin, and..."

Her clear, melodic voice echoed loudly through the silent hospital room, carrying perfectly into the microphone for the entire board of executives to hear.

A collective gasp could be heard through the laptop speakers.

Who in their right mind would interrupt the boss while he was furious? And to ask something so domestic...

[Was that the Mrs.? It definitely was!]

[Did you see how fast he changed his tune?! One second he's the devil himself, the next he's a complete softie...]

[Talk about public PDA, lol. But seriously, the Mrs. is our savior!]

...

Around three in the afternoon, someone knocked gently on the door.

Madeline walked in.

She wore a cream-colored vintage silk dress today, her hair held back with a simple jade hairpin. The dark circles beneath her eyes were prominent, and an overwhelming exhaustion clung to her every movement.

She carried several premium supplement gift boxes adorned with luxury logos.

Virginia happened to be walking back with a glass of warm water. Hearing the door, she turned and froze the moment she saw who it was.