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.

off her earphones and glanced at him, saying, "What do you just

slammed the door

thinking that men could have a few days of irritability each month, so she ignored

midnight. Phoebe turned off the tablet, feeling too lazy to move, and just leaned back on

head of the bed, looking gloomy. The light from his

from stepping on emotional landmines, he threw his phone on the bedside table and lay down under the covers, hands behind his head, but sleep eluded

he sat up, peeked through the door crack, and saw the lights in the living room

over, Theodore chuckled to himself, 'If she doesn't come back to sleep, then she shouldn't bother coming

bedroom with dark circles under his eyes. Seeing Phoebe sleeping soundly on the sofa, he walked over

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

Phoebe's words. He had already slammed the

her eyes in confusion, looked around, and realized there was no earthquake. She relaxed and lay back down. 'Thank goodness, it's

again, venting his anger on the door

edge of the bed, a bit puzzled. Suddenly, a set of sportswear was thrown

Let's go for

up until four in the morning last night working on the program before finally falling asleep." He didn't work at the Reynolds Group. He

arms crossed, Theodore stared coldly at

at least slept for an hour, but Theodore had been awake all

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

hour later, Christopher realized just how crazy Theodore could

down in front of Theodore, collapsing into the nearby lawn, refusing to take another

laps, his sportswear soaked with sweat, the black

ground. He walked