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?"

Theodore's dark eyes revealed an unmistakable disgust. He leaned close

together. How could I let you both

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

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

he really wanted to

made him live

trustbelieve in my own eyes!"

big holestake. If she hadn't attended

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

back. Since he had already cleared a place by

hatred for her surpassed his love

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

at her heart and lungs like a blunt knife, "Because you,

sobbed, her tears falling

her chin. His gaze turned as cold

circling in her eyes, but she dared not let a drop fall. The man's sinister expression filled her with fear, and she couldn't help

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

wiped away her

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

it, 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

smoke, feeling greatly annoyed, especially when the person who

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

really

I won't die."

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 and stammered, "You... You should smoke less. It's not good for

chimney. She thought he wouldn't listen to her and would mock her, telling her not to meddle in his business. But

was perplexed and speechless.: