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?"

revealed an unmistakable disgust. He leaned

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

in Phoebe's eyes, and she looked up at him. "Theodore, have

eyelashes hiding the deep emotions in his eyes. He stared at her slender neck,

really wanted

him

in my own eyes!"

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

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

already cleared a place

for her

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

and lungs like a blunt knife, "Because you, as a scum man

sobbed, her tears

her chin. His gaze turned as cold

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

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

away her

way he couldn't go without a cigarette since he got in the car. The driver in the front occasionally glanced at the rearview

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

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

of his eye. Phoebe hunched by the car door,

really that

it's fine. I won't

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

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

was perplexed and speechless.: