Forbidden Passion

Chapter 356 A Temporary Truce

Phoebe sat up straight, watching Theodore approach the desk. They were separated by it, one sitting, one standing, staring at each other. Theodore leaned forward, hands on the desk. "Phoebe, you've been ignoring me."

Phoebe shivered, avoiding his gaze. She noticed the scabs on his hand-scratches she had made in fear days ago.

"What do you want?" she asked, teeth clenched.

"I want you," Theodore replied.

Phoebe almost choked with anger. "Theodore, Vanessa's back. Why are you still after me?"

He leaned closer, his breath hot on her face. "Didn't you say she was injured and couldn't satisfy me?"

Phoebe wanted to scratch his face but held back. "What do you want? To have me and Vanessa both?"

"Why not?" Theodore shot back.

Phoebe stood abruptly, hands on the desk, glaring. "Dream on. I'd rather stay single forever than share a husband."

She thought, 'What era is this? Does he think he's an emperor?'

Theodore's anger seemed to fade. He became calmer.

Phoebe sat back, feeling a bit more at ease.

traced his fingers on the desk, cleared his throat, and sat down. "Last night, I watered the plants. Your cactus froze to death." Phoebe was

in his words, like an arrogant cat

make amends, Phoebe decided not to

his eyes wandering. "How about we go to the market at

might anger him again. "Let's

He grinned. "I'll pick you up at noon. There's

lowered her eyes. "We'll

vague response as

exited, John entered, placing documents in front of Phoebe. "Ms. Ziegler, please sign

up. "Just leave them. How's Claire

understands well. Her aide says she needs fewer

good skills. I'll call her assistant when I

"Okay," John replied.

looked at the documents but noticed John hadn't left. "What's up?" she

but couldn't help himself. "Ms. Ziegler, have you reconciled with Mr.

stormed in angry but left looking

cleared her throat. "Not

Ziegler, don't forget how he treated you in the hospital. That kind of jerk..." "John," Phoebe gently

lips together. "I'm sorry, Ms.

Go back to work." Phoebe returned to the documents.

office door behind

left work ten minutes early and arrived at Phoebe's office. She was on the phone with

as she was about to get some water, Theodore pulled a box of yogurt from his pocket and placed it in front of her. "Drink this first," Theodore