Forbidden Passion

Chapter 298 I Don't Want His Help

Phoebe sat in Starbucks for a long time again until the pedestrians outside gradually became sparse. It was as if she had come to her senses and stood up to walk out.

The night breeze was cool, blowing against her, making her feel the change of seasons. After entering autumn, no matter how hot it was during the day, it would cool down a lot at night. Phoebe was about to call for a ride when she noticed several missed calls on her phone, all from Patrick.

Phoebe frowned and wondered, 'Why would Patrick be calling me?'

She hesitated for a moment as the phone rang again. It was Patrick once more. After some thought, she answered the call, hearing an explosive bass voice on the other end. "Phoebe, you finally answered the phone." Patrick's tone was unfriendly.

Phoebe stood by the roadside, the night wind rustling the leaves, occasionally causing dry maple leaves to fall from the branches and swirl far away.

"Are you looking for me?" she asked.

Patrick looked at Theodore next to him, who was drinking bottle after bottle of alcohol. He'd drink half and spill half, turning the front of his crisp white shirt into a patchy mess.

Patrick wasn't concerned about the alcohol. He just felt that if Theodore kept drinking, he might end up with alcohol poisoning.

"Come over right away and take your man away, and I'll send you an address," Patrick said bluntly, not giving Phoebe a chance to refuse, and then hung up decisively.

'Why are there such domineering people in this era?' Without hesitation, Phoebe turned and walked away. Just as she took a few steps, her phone vibrated in her hand, causing her fingertips to tingle slightly.

She didn't want to pay attention, but she couldn't ignore it. She glanced at the message. The address Patrick sent was not far from her, just a short walk away.

Phoebe remembered that there were many bars on that street, a place where all sorts of people gathered. When she arrived, she saw many people coming out in groups.

As the people passed by Phoebe, a strong smell of alcohol wafted over.

She hurriedly walked a few steps with her head down, then saw the bar Patrick had sent her to. She hesitated at the door for more than ten minutes before her phone vibrated again.

more. She couldn't help but curse in her heart, 'Why is Patrick in such a hurry to call me? Can't he just send Theodore back instead of making me

also afraid that something might happen

the bar was very quiet. Soft background music

two people sitting at the bar, both

Phoebe from a distance

over slowly. Patrick frowned at her. He had sharp features, and a high and straight nose, probably from playing generals too often, exuding an air of dignity. "You're too slow. If

Phoebe fell silent.

glanced at the man next to her, who was drinking one glass after another. Since she stepped into the bar, he had

alcohol like water?' Phoebe asked,

her words. It was probably because he found out about his brother,

feel upset

chair and said, "I have a job arrangement tonight. You stay here and watch over him. If you can't persuade him to drink less, you can prepared to

at Theodore for a long time. In just a few minutes, Theodore had drunk

high stool and didn't

himself into alcohol poisoning, I would pay for an

himself to death,

his bloated stomach, he slowed down his drinking speed, leaning against the bar and sliding

ground feeling like stepping on cotton,

quickly jumped off the high stool and reached out to hold his waist but was pushed back a few steps by his strength until her body

It was so thrilling!

Theodore were both kneeling on the ground facing each other, it would be embarrassing. Phoebe

are you doing?"

voice. He tried hard to see the person in front of him, but all he saw were shadows. Only the familiar scent of milk lingered around his nose, making him feel particularly at

"Phoebe, " Theodore muttered.

Theodore's shoulder sank heavily, and his