Forbidden Passion

Chapter 8 Smoking is Bad for Health

Phoebe winced in pain, her eyebrows furrowing. She looked at him in bewilderment. "Why would I be dissatisfied? In theory, this is considered a promotion for me. Being the Art Director has more potential than being a secretary." She was telling the truth. The annual salary of an Art Director was several times higher than that of a secretary.

Moreover, the Art Director also received a share of the profits.

Theodore sneered and mocked, "You can see it clearly too."

"Mr. Reynolds trusts me so much, I will work diligently and not let Mr. Reynolds down."

Phoebe pretended not to detect the sarcasm in his words, quickly flattering him, doing her best not to touch his sensitive nerve.

Theodore listened to her hypocritical words and let go of his grip on her hand.

"When we return to the mansion tonight, you know what to say and what not to say, right?"

Phoebe's heart skipped a beat. Just the thought of returning to the mansion and facing Mrs. Reynolds' pressure made her stomach cramp uncontrollably.

"I know," Phoebe bit her lip. "But... wouldwouldn't it no it be good to keep hiding this from them?"

Theodore's expression darkened, and suddenly, a terrifying aura emanated from him. "If you had thought of them, you wouldn't have done such an shameless thing back then, Phoebe. Why do you think I've tolerated you for so many years?" Phoebe's face turned pale,; she had never seen such ruthless hatred before.

She knew that in his eyes, she had always been a sinner. Not only because she accidentally lost their child, but also because she brought immense humiliation to his male pride.

If killing her wasn't against the law, he probably would have wanted to tear her apart.

To seek revenge on her, he endured the disgust and entangled with her for nearly three years.

She lowered her head, forcing back the tears in her eyes, and whispered, "You don't have to endure it. Someone like me, you can treat me like a handful of sand and throw it away, isn't that better?"

do things?" Theodore's dark eyes revealed an unmistakable disgust.

How could I let you both get away with it? You're thinking

and she looked up at him. "Theodore, have you

emotions in his eyes. He stared at her slender neck, and there was

really wanted

him live

my own

big holestake. If she hadn't attended

it wouldn't change anything. She and Theodore could never return to their peaceful times before. "Why do you have to do this

pale moonlight was coming back. Since he had already cleared a place

hatred for her

she able to make him, a cold-blooded demon, imprison himself by her side, just to tormenting

and with each word, he tore at her heart and lungs like a blunt knife, "Because you, as a scum man and an evil woman, are not worthy of

sobbed, her tears

chin. His gaze turned as

her eyes, but she dared not let a drop fall. The man's sinister expression filled her

annoyed and restless. He abruptly released his grip,

wiped away her tears,

in a terrible mood today. It was evident from the way he couldn't go without a cigarette since he got in the car. The driver in the front occasionally glanced at the rearview

she'll scold you again." Old Dave, the driver, was a long-time member of the Reynolds family, and Theodore usually respected him. If it were someone else,

blowing smoke, feeling greatly annoyed, especially when the person who bothered him

glanced at her from the corner of his eye. Phoebe hunched by the car door, avoiding him as if he were a snake or

he really that

I won't

bring up life and death too lightly. Young Madam, please persuade the Young Master." Old Dave couldn't persuade him, so he involved Phoebe. Phoebe looked at Theodore fearfully and stammered, "You... You should

doing things his own way, especially enjoying contradicting her. When Old Dave asked her to persuade him to smoke less, he was essentially forcing him to treat himself like a chimney. She thought he wouldn't listen to her and would mock her, telling her

perplexed and speechless.: