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.

longer

had been sitting there until she felt completely chilled and

back in to find Theodore hugging her pillow,

of her

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

promptly with a formal tone, "Good morning, Mr. Reynolds!"

Fire surged through Theodore's veins. With an abrupt twist, he lashed out at the pillow beside him. This woman's got some

rumors swirled

cap against the

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.

"Sure thing."