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?"

teach me how to do things?" Theodore's dark eyes revealed an unmistakable disgust. He leaned close to her ear

How could I let you both get away with

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

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

he really

woman made him

only trustbelieve in my

feeling as if her heart had been pierced by a big holestake.

many times she regretted it, it wouldn't change anything. She and Theodore could never return to their peaceful times

had already cleared a place by his side, why not just

for her surpassed

it? How was she able to make him,

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

her tears

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

let a drop fall. The man's sinister expression filled her with

looked at her fear of himself in her eyes, feeling annoyed and restless. He abruptly released his

her tears, hurrying

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

is 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

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

his eye. Phoebe hunched by the car

really that

Dave, it's fine. I

you young people don't know what to avoid. You always 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

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

perplexed