Forbidden Passion

Chapter 149 Changes

The man's broad shoulders and long legs made the break room seem even more cramped as he entered, still wearing the pajamas from last night. The clothes were wrinkled, giving him a somewhat disheveled appearance. Phoebe's gaze settled on his handsome face, noticing the faint stubble on his chin indicating he hadn't shaved and the stark redness of bloodshot eyes. There was a palpable weariness about him.

She had seldom seen him like this; even when shareholders had conspired to oust him from the operations of Reynolds Group, he had not looked so worn down. Theodore strode in with his long legs and took a seat at the long table. "Get me a coffee," he ordered.

Phoebe pursed her lips, fetched two cups of coffee, and pushed one towards him, cradling her own as she sat down across the table. A heavy silence filled the air, punctuated only by the occasional sip of coffee.

Taking a drink, Phoebe finally broke the stillness, "Did you spend the night at the office?"

Theodore glanced at her with a hint of mockery in his tone, "Do you really care where I slept?"

His words clearly carried a hint of irony. Phoebe ignored him and went straight for the paper bag, from which the smell of food quickly spread. She grabbed a hot dog and began to eat.

His expression was hard to read as he took a bite. Though the hotdog was not entirely to his liking, it wasn't an

this when you don't make breakfast?"

occasionally. There are a lot of these outside Imperial Apartment, many varieties-I've tried almost all of

his coffee, trying to wash away

"Yes."

her, "I remember when you first joined the company, you were quite popular. Didn't any colleagues invite you out for

Phoebe pursed her lips.

she first joined the company. After she got pregnant, she took leave and stayed at home, distancing herself from

her miscarriage, she returned to work and was transferred

well and serve the hard-to-please man before her, leaving no time

first yes, but

didn't press her for the reasons, knowing