Forbidden Passion

Chapter 35 I will not divorce her

Phoebe lay there for a while, feeling the heat of someone behind her baking her in the midsummer night, sweat beading on her skin. She shifted the arm away, but within a second, it was back, draping over her and the weight of the body now pressing down on her. "I need to use the bathroom," she stated.

The arm remained still until she nudged again, and Theodore finally let go as he lay back, his voice heavy with alcohol, "Hurry back."

In the bathroom, Phoebe sat on the closed toilet lid, hugging her knees and staring blankly into space.

Nothing had changed.

Theodore, drunk as before, still preferred to sleep close to her.

And yet, everything felt different.

no longer

there until she felt completely chilled and

in to find

corner of her

her, a pillow, or someone else, it didn't matter. Theodore woke up early and noticed something soft in his arms; it felt wrong, prompting

grabbed his phone and made a call; Phoebe answered promptly with a formal tone, "Good morning, Mr. Reynolds!" "Why didn't you

but I'm no longer your executive assistant and waking services are no longer provided. Unless there's something else, I'm going to hang up," Phoebe replied, strictly business. The line went dead, suddenly and deliberately. Fire surged through Theodore's veins. With an abrupt twist, he

he just overheard? No wonder the rumors swirled about Phoebe and Mr. Reynolds-her words hinted at a complexity he hadn't

tapped the pen cap against the desk, trying

Myers's live ratings soared, and we gained tens of thousands of Facebook fans. I think we've got a rising star on our hands." "Mm," Phoebe hummed thoughtfully, "head to HR and post some job listings. I want to handle the

"Sure thing."