His Wicked Obsession (Archer and Virginia) novel Chapter 480

At noon, inside the Vanderbilt Group Executive Office.

Escorted personally by Zachary, Virginia stepped out of the private elevator holding a lunch carrier.

She had changed into a light gray French wrap dress, her long hair casually pinned up with a jade hairpin, and a delicate chain resting perfectly against her collarbone. She looked effortlessly stunning.

The secretaries in the bullpen stood up immediately to greet her.

Archer was sitting behind his massive desk reviewing a file when the door clicked open. The moment he looked up and saw Virginia, he closed the folder and immediately stood up.

They met at the sofas in the lounge area by unspoken agreement. Virginia unpacked the food—a perfect spread of protein and vegetables, leaning toward the lighter, healthier flavors they both preferred.

Archer casually grabbed a sterile wipe to clean his hands, then picked up his fork, dropping a perfectly de-boned piece of steamed sea bass onto her plate.

"Eat more. You've gotten too thin lately."

Sea bass was incredibly tender and had virtually no bones, nor did it carry a heavy fishy taste. He had noticed her eating a lot of it the last few times they had it at home.

Virginia thanked him and took a small bite, occasionally putting a piece of food on his plate as well.

Once they finished, the executive assistant knocked and cleared the plates away.

The second the door clicked shut, Archer leaned back against the leather sofa, reached out with a long arm, and effortlessly pulled Virginia straight onto his lap.

"What are you doing? We're in your office," Virginia gasped, her hands immediately flying to his solid chest as she nervously glanced toward the door.

"So what?" Archer's large hands clamped around her waist. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, aggressively breathing in the crisp scent of white tea radiating from her skin.

Just outside the door, the executive assistant had barely stepped out when she was swarmed by the other secretaries, their excited whispers filling the hall.

"You guys have no idea! The way the boss was looking at her, you could literally cut the tension with a knife!"

"Are you serious? The ultimate ice king is officially whipped? I am so here for this PDA..."

At five o'clock that afternoon, outside Starwood International Academy.

The Rolls-Royce Phantom pulled up to the curb, and Archer opened the door, stepping out with his impossibly long legs.

He was wearing a crisp white tailored dress shirt with the top two buttons undone, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows to reveal his lean, muscular forearms. The Sandalwood Prayer Beads wrapped around his right wrist caught the evening light.

Cindy, wearing a pale yellow overall dress and carrying a tiny backpack, was walking out with the crowd of students.

The second the little girl saw Archer, her eyes lit up. She let go of her teacher's hand and sprinted toward him on her little legs.

"Mr. Vanderbilt!" Cindy's voice rang out, bright and clear.

Archer's notoriously cold features melted instantly. He scooped his daughter up with one arm, bouncing her gently with pure affection. He desperately wanted her to call him 'Dad', but they had a long future ahead of them. He wasn't in a rush.

"Did you finish all your lunch at school today?"