Forbidden Passion

Chapter 241 Revelations Over Breakfast: Unraveling Connections

It wasn't a dream; he was really at Mr. Reynolds' house.

He messed up big time!

John quickly finished washing up, quietly opened the glass door, and stuck his head out to observe for a few seconds to make sure Theodore wasn't around. He immediately dashed out, intending to run before Theodore noticed. He didn't have the courage to have breakfast with Mr. Reynolds.

Even if it didn't choke him, he would have indigestion.

But as soon as he rushed out, he saw a handsome and tall man leaning by the sofa, holding a newspaper.

Upon hearing footsteps, he looked up. "Done washing up? Let's have breakfast."

John: "......"

me dead with

and heading towards the dining room. John clenched his fists

were so uneasy in his slippers that he might as well have been living in a mansion. He cleared his throat and asked the question that puzzled him the most. "M-Mr.

embarrassment and unease. He picked up his chopsticks and gestured for him to eat. "Don't be nervous. Phoebe

chopsticks that John had just picked up fell back onto the dining table with a "clatter". When he saw Theodore looking over, he quickly picked

cause you any trouble,

waking up and seeing the

the world was ending. How was he supposed to respond to

meal in silence, but with the boss sitting opposite him, he couldn't even remember how to swallow. Then he heard the boss say,

table. His mouth formed an "o" of shock as he looked at Theodore in disbelief. "Ah?" Theodore stared at him and reiterated, "She is my wife. We have a

hands shaking uncontrollably. "No, no, no, Mr. Reynolds, you've misunderstood. I have

did have a good impression of Phoebe before, once he found out she was Theodore's lover, he only treated her as his immediate superior, not daring to have any improper thoughts. Moreover, she

tone remained indifferent. "It's for the

any intentions." John helplessly