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?"

to do things?" Theodore's dark eyes revealed an unmistakable disgust. He leaned close to her ear and whispered like

him disgusted me together. How could I let you both get away with it? You're thinking too highly of

Phoebe's eyes, and she looked up at him.

deep emotions in his eyes. He stared

really wanted to strangle her

him live as

only trustbelieve in my own eyes!" he asserted

a big holestake. If she hadn't attended the class reunion that day, hadn't had that

regretted it, it wouldn't change anything. She and Theodore could never

pale moonlight was coming back. Since he had already cleared a place by his side, why not just turn

his hatred for her

deserve it? How was she able to make him, a

gripped her chin and with each word, he tore at her heart and lungs like a blunt knife, "Because you,

her

Theodore commanded, applying more pressure to her chin. His gaze turned as cold as a knife. "I'm not dead yet, I don't

not let a drop fall. The man's sinister expression filled her with

her fear of himself in her eyes, feeling annoyed and restless. He abruptly released his grip, striding out

quickly wiped away her tears,

evident from the way he couldn't go without a cigarette since he got in the car.

harmful to your health. Smoke less, or when you return and the Madam smells it, she'll scold you again." Old Dave, the driver, was a long-time member of the Reynolds family, and Theodore usually

back seat, blowing smoke, feeling greatly annoyed, especially when the person who

Phoebe hunched by the car door, avoiding him as if he were a snake or

really that

it's fine. I won't die." Theodore

Old Dave

a chimney. She thought he wouldn't listen to her and would mock her, telling her not to meddle in his business. But she didn't expect him to actually listen

was perplexed