Forbidden Passion

Chapter 36 Meeting Mary

Theodore's anger was stifled, his expression awkward. "Yeah, I tried it, but what on earth was that? The taste was bizarre."

He was looking for a fight.

Phoebe replied, "I tried a new recipe. If you didn't like it, I'll stick to the usual one next time."

"It was fine," Theodore mumbled, his hand absentmindedly rubbing his nose as he looked at her with confusion. "What's gotten into you today? Why so compliant? You're not plotting something big, are you?"

"I hadn't realized Mr. Reynolds was into that sort of thing," Phoebe responded coolly, too tired to be adversarial.

She glanced at her watch. "If I'm not mistaken, you have a morning meeting in three minutes. You better hurry, or you'll be late."

Grinding his teeth, Theodore retorted, "I'll deal with you after the meeting."

He strode towards the door, but just as he was about to leave, he paused and turned back. Phoebe was sitting behind her broad desk, her hair pulled into a high ponytail that revealed her small, delicate cheeks and her gracefully slender neck. Sometimes he liked to grip her neck, beautiful and fragile, as if in doing so, he mastered her entire being.

o'clock sunlight shone on her, making her seem as

side, had changed, yet in some ways,

just turned his head away with a snort, strutting off with a

What's his problem?

*

show camp, where a group of vibrant young boys was practicing a dance routine in

called out Noah Myersarter, pointing in Phoebe's direction. Noah jogged

what brings you here?" Noah

'Miss

blush tinted his cheeks as he admired her; Phoebe's smile was simply captivating. "Phoebe, did you come here

been doing well recently, and the audience loves you. Let the production team know if you need anything. I've already given them a heads-up." Noah knew what this meant; Phoebe was taking him under her wing. "It's all good, no

Phoebe recognized. "For now, you'll work with me. After

and some advice from Phoebe, she sent

him, "Wow, is that your

silly, she's the boss of