His Wicked Obsession (Archer and Virginia) novel Chapter 366

Virginia looked up, meeting his gaze with a seriousness she had never shown before.

"And what if I ask you to sever ties with Chloe completely?" she enunciated every word clearly. "No seeing her, no contacting her. Whether she lives or dies has nothing to do with you. Can you do that?"

The air suddenly fell dead silent.

In a flash, Archer's mind was flooded with the image from a few hours ago—Chloe teetering on the edge of the unfinished skyscraper.

That was a human life, and one that had saved his. If he washed his hands of her now, given Chloe's current mental state, she would undoubtedly die.

His lips pressed together into a tight line, his jaw clenching into a sharp angle.

Seeing his hesitation, the last sliver of hope in Virginia's eyes extinguished.

But it seemed she had anticipated this outcome all along. She didn't cry, nor did her eyes well up with tears. Instead, agonizingly slowly, millimeter by millimeter, she pulled her wrist free from his grasp.

"Get some rest."

With that, she turned and walked toward the stairs. Her silhouette was aloof and beautiful, yet radiating an unprecedented finality.

...

The next morning, the summer sun blazed overhead.

A moving truck was parked outside South Hill.

Miles Sutton, wearing a black baseball cap and a loose streetwear t-shirt, was directing the movers.

"Virginia, do you really have to move so far away?" he asked, wiping sweat from his forehead as he sidled up to her.

He had initially found a luxurious penthouse barely a mile from South Hill, figuring it would be convenient if she and Archer ever reconciled.

But Virginia hadn't even looked at it. The moment she heard the location, she ordered him to find something else. Finally, she settled on Riverside One, over ten miles away...

Virginia, dressed in a simple white cotton sundress, was holding Cynthia's hand.

"Distance brings peace," she replied flatly.

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