His Wicked Obsession (Archer and Virginia) novel Chapter 65

Silence stretched between them.

Virginia was the first to break the awkward tension. "Let's head back. Clem should be done by now."

Archer said nothing, his expression stoic as he followed her back inside.

They kept a deliberate few paces apart, neither uttering a single word the entire way.

...

Meanwhile, back at the party.

Chloe stepped out of the changing room, having slipped into the backup gown provided by the Sherwoods—a pale green dress with a trailing skirt.

But a spare dress was never going to fit like bespoke couture.

Standing barely over five feet, with a small frame and a flat chest, the flowing gown was noticeably baggy on her, failing to accentuate any curves.

She hiked up the heavy skirt as she hurried back to the hall, her eyes frantically sweeping the room.

A moment later, two figures caught her eye, sending a jolt of pure rage through her veins.

It was Archer and Virginia, walking side by side.

Although they maintained an arm's length of distance and weren't speaking.

What truly caught Chloe's eye was the overcoat draped casually over Archer's arm.

He had been wearing it when she left. He was a man who absolutely never took off his jacket in public without a very specific reason!

Chloe's hands balled into furious fists, her nails biting into her skin. But she wasn't foolish enough to storm over and make a scene.

After all, she had already embarrassed herself enough for one night.

...

The party concluded. On the drive home, the interior of the Rolls-Royce was agonizingly quiet.

Chloe sat next to Archer, not daring to speak for most of the ride.

Just as they were nearing the house, she finally broke.

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