Forbidden Passion

Chapter 127 Breakfast

The man's broad shoulders and long legs made the break room cramped as he entered, still dressed in last night's loungewear. His clothes were wrinkled, giving him a somewhat disheveled appearance. Phoebe's gaze landed on his handsome face; his jaw was slightly shadowed with stubble, probably from not shaving, and his eyes were bloodshot with redness. He looked utterly worn out.

Phoebe had rarely seen him like this, not even when the shareholders had banded together to force him out of the management of Reynolds Group had he appeared so haggard.

Theodore strode in with his long legs and sat down at the long table,"Give me a coffee."

Phoebe pressed her lips together, took two cups of coffee, and pushed one across the table to him. She held the other cup as she sat down opposite him. The air was filled with an awkward silence. Phoebe took a sip of her coffee and looked at the silent man across from her, "Did you sleep at the office last night?"

Theodore glanced at her, his tone tinged with sarcasm, "Do you even care where I sleep?"

simply opening the plastic bag she had brought. The aroma of food quickly filled the air. She started to eat a street pastry. Theodore

you eat when you don't make

breakfast places outside of Imperial

yourself?" Theodore took a sip of coffee to wash away

"Yeah."

"I remember when you first joined the

took leave and stayed home, distancing herself from colleagues to keep her pregnancy secret. Later, after her miscarriage, she returned to the company and was directly transferred to the president's secretarial office. At that time, she had to do her job well and

some at first, but not later," Phoebe

reason, as he was well aware why there were none later it was because he restricted her social life. After her miscarriage, she insisted on coming back to work, and he, in his paranoia, believed she was doing it to meet Edward in secret. He was angry without an outlet and often took it out on her. If she

his side for a while. He was annoyed by her presence, but even more so by her absence. He struggled with this painful contradiction until now, and looking back on those two and a half years, he seemed to only remember