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.

Patrick calling once 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 come to pick him up?' Phoebe hung up

she was also afraid that something might happen

the bar was very quiet. Soft background music echoed in the air, unlike the noisy atmosphere of other

as Phoebe entered, she saw two people sitting at

a distance

too often, exuding an air

Phoebe fell silent.

who was drinking one glass after

he treating alcohol like water?'

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

feel

He got off the high chair and said, "I have a job arrangement tonight. You stay here and watch over him.

on his jacket and left quickly, leaving Phoebe behind. Phoebe stared at

sat on a high stool and

'If Theodore drinks himself into alcohol poisoning, I would pay for

didn't drink himself to death, she would let him

a few more drinks. Perhaps feeling uncomfortable with his bloated stomach, he slowed

feeling like stepping on cotton, and he was falling to

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

It was so thrilling!

both kneeling on the ground facing each other, it would be embarrassing. Phoebe took a deep breath, hugged Theodore's waist, and pulled him

are you doing?"

person in front of him, but all he saw were shadows. Only the familiar scent of milk lingered around his nose, making

"Phoebe, " Theodore muttered.

not letting him slide to the ground. Suddenly, Theodore's shoulder sank heavily, and his chin hit her shoulder hard, his alcoholic breath hitting her