Forbidden Passion

Chapter 314 Theodore Can't Sleep

Phoebe had just changed her T-shirt, which was not easy to take off at the moment, so she had to find a pair of scissors in the small living room and cut the shirt in half.

Just as she took off her dirty shirt, the door was suddenly pushed open from outside, catching her off guard. She quickly picked up a thin blanket nearby and wrapped it around herself, staring at Theodore who entered. Theodore glanced at the T-shirt Phoebe had cut in her hand and mockingly said, "Is it a trend now to undress like this?"

Phoebe pursed her lips, threw the T-shirt into the trash can, and retorted, "You'll have to ask your sister about that. She's twenty years old and still spitting at people. I'm starting to wonder if your family got the wrong child." Madison, in terms of both personality and manners, was nothing like the people from the Reynolds family.

Even if a little princess was spoiled, there should still be a bottom line in being a person, but Phoebe couldn't see that at all in Madison.

Theodore frowned and sneered. "Phoebe, don't insult her just because of what she said at the dinner table."

Theodore fell silent for a few seconds before speaking again. "I've considered what you said just now, and I will talk to Mom about it." Phoebe breathed a sigh of relief and nodded.

Brandon keeping a mistress and having a secret child couldn't be hidden. Instead of concealing it, it was better to tell Taylor sooner.

Phoebe took another shower, and when she came out, she saw Theodore leaning on the bed and playing Minesweeper. She directly grabbed a thin blanket and headed to the living room. Theodore looked up at her and asked, "Where are you taking the blanket?"

"To the living room. I want to watch some entertainment news so as not to disturb you," Phoebe replied without looking back, leaving the bedroom and tossing the blanket on the sofa. Theodore was irritated, stepping on a landmine with every step he took.

Theodore, feeling annoyed, slammed his phone on the pillow, then seeing Phoebe's pillow beside him, he got up and went to take a shower.

It had been halfway through autumn, and the temperature dropped sharply in the Reynolds Mansion after nightfall. After taking a cold shower, he was enveloped in a chill. His body was cold, his heart even colder.

Occasional light laughter could be heard from the living room, which made Theodore turn his head sharply. A surge of anger rose in his heart, and he strode to the door. "You keep laughing. Are you trying to keep me from sleeping?" Theodore questioned.

glanced at him, saying, "What do you just

slammed the door

of the situation, Phoebe shrugged, thinking that men could have a few days

already midnight. Phoebe turned off the tablet, feeling

sat at the head of the bed, looking gloomy. The light from his phone screen reflected on his face, his eyes

the bedside table and lay down under the covers, hands behind his head,

saw the lights in the living room go out. Lying back down, he waited for a few minutes, but

himself, 'If she doesn't come back to

day, Theodore walked out of the bedroom with dark circles under his eyes. Seeing Phoebe sleeping soundly on the sofa, he walked over and kicked the

from her dream. She sat up straight, eyes still closed, and shouted,

Phoebe's words. He had already slammed the door and left, the loud noise covering

opened her eyes in confusion, looked around, and realized there was no earthquake. She relaxed and lay back down. 'Thank goodness, it's not

a bad mood again, venting his anger on the door early in the morning. What did the door do to

from his bed, still sitting on the edge of

for a run," Theodore

open his eyes due to fatigue, replied, "Please spare me. I was up until four in the morning last night working on the program before finally falling asleep." He

arms crossed, Theodore stared

least slept for an hour, but

shrank his neck in fear, quickly put on the clothes, and followed him

just how crazy Theodore could

the run, and he knelt down in front of Theodore, collapsing

his sportswear soaked with sweat, the black T-shirt clinging to his muscular abdomen,

Theodore saw Christopher still lying on the ground. He walked over