His Wicked Obsession (Archer and Virginia) novel Chapter 329

Virginia closed her eyes, her ears burning red, and let out a silent sigh of sheer resignation.

"You're awake?"

A deep, raspy voice echoed from right above her head.

Archer hadn't gotten up yet. He was lying on his side next to her, propping his head up with one hand as he watched her.

The usual cold, distant look in his deep eyes was gone, replaced by a lazy, completely satisfied glow.

He leaned in, pressing a kiss to her forehead, the bridge of her nose, and finally planting a firm kiss right on her lips.

"Sleep a little longer. I'll go make breakfast."

With that, he threw back the thin blanket and got out of bed.

He wasn't wearing a shirt, only a pair of loose lounge pants. His broad shoulders, narrow waist, and taut back muscles were on full display...

A few incredibly conspicuous red scratches made Virginia awkwardly look away. She even yanked the covers up to hide half her face.

Half an hour later, Virginia finished washing up, threw on a lavender silk robe, and walked out of the bedroom.

The robe was light and smooth, the collar slipping off her shoulders slightly, exposing her radiant skin and the chaotic mess of marks Archer had left the night before.

She carelessly pinned her long hair up, letting a few loose strands frame her face.

She probably didn't realize it herself, but right now, she looked far less cold and far more lazily seductive.

Archer was standing by the counter pouring milk. Hearing her approach, he turned around.

The moment his eyes caught her outfit and the marks on her skin, he froze, nearly spilling the milk over the rim of the glass.

Snapping back to reality, he quickly set the carton down, wiped his hands on a towel, and walked over to her.

"Why aren't you wearing slippers?"

He frowned slightly, his gaze landing on her bare feet.

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