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 rest

been sitting there until she felt completely chilled and returned

find Theodore

corner of her

hold. Whether it was her, a pillow, or someone else, it didn't matter. Theodore woke up early and noticed something soft in his

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

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 lashed

swirled about

the pen cap against

the silence. "Last night the second episode aired. Noah Myers's live ratings soared, and we gained tens of thousands of Facebook fans. I think we've got a rising star

"Sure thing."