His Wicked Obsession (Archer and Virginia) novel Chapter 223

Archer stood perfectly still, watching her determined figure walk away without a single backward glance.

Sitting in the car, Zachary couldn't help but shake his head and sigh.

His boss's strategy to win back his wife was... honestly, looking pretty damn bleak.

...

It was unclear where Archer had learned these new tactics, but for the entire next week, he showed up punctually at Starwood Kindergarten every single day—and it wasn't to pick up Toby.

On the first day, he arrived with a box of handmade cookies.

Cynthia wiggled out of her teacher's grasp and trotted over, sweetly calling out, "Mr. Archer!" She eagerly grabbed the box to see what flavor they were.

"Are these strawberry?"

"Yes, all strawberry."

Archer's gaze softened drastically as he reached out to gently wipe the crumbs from the corner of her mouth.

On the second day, he brought a limited-edition plush bunny. Cynthia hugged the toy tightly and spun in circles with joy, her little dress flaring out like a blooming flower.

"Mr. Archer, are you coming back tomorrow?"

"I am."

"Can you come with my mommy next time?"

Archer crouched down, carefully straightening her crooked hair clip. "Okay."

The little girl's eyes sparkled. She tilted her head thoughtfully and held out her pinky finger. "Pinky promise."

Archer extended his hand, looping his long finger around her soft, chubby pinky.

...

Shortly after three on a Friday afternoon.

Virginia had just seen a patient out and was burying herself in her files when her phone suddenly buzzed on her desk.

It was a call from Ms. Lane at the kindergarten.

While Starwood wasn't exclusively for the ultra-elite, it was still an incredibly expensive, top-tier private kindergarten.

Every child enrolled here came from a family with substantial wealth or powerful connections.

These kids were all deeply sheltered, and the staff constantly lived in fear of accidents that might provoke a relentless onslaught from entitled parents.

The moment Ms. Lane finished her sentence, the office door swung open.

A couple in their early thirties swaggered into the room.

The man wore a luxury designer polo shirt with an obnoxiously flashy gold watch on his wrist. He scanned the room with an arrogant air, his gaze eventually landing on Virginia.

The woman sported heavily styled wavy hair and thick makeup. A studded designer bag hung off her arm as she balanced on three-inch heels, practically radiating an aura of superiority.

The second Brighton saw his parents, he jumped up and darted over to them.

"Brighton, come over here to me for a second," Ms. Lane instructed softly, crouching down and waving him over.

Brighton immediately ducked behind his mother. "No!"