Forbidden Passion

Chapter 438 Getting Close to You Brings Misfortune

The clock struck midnight, and Theodore jolted awake.

He sat up on the couch, realizing he had dozed off. Rubbing his eyes, he checked his watch.

The Patek Philippe glinted under the lamp. It was late, and Phoebe still wasn't back.

Theodore got up and searched the bedroom, but Phoebe was nowhere to be found. She hadn't come home.

His face darkened as he grabbed his phone and headed out.

On her first day at work, Phoebe wasn't working late or on a trip, yet she was out until midnight. She was definitely testing him.

As he changed his shoes at the door, the call connected. He asked, "Where are they having dinner?"

Lawton, sleeping deeply with his girlfriend, was startled awake. Seeing the caller ID, he quickly sobered up.

"Mr. Reynolds?" Lawton asked.

"Where are they having dinner?" Theodore's voice was impatient. He stepped outside, the cold air making him look even more stern. Just then, he saw Phoebe lying on the entryway couch, mostly hidden by her down jacket.

Lawton started to answer, but Theodore cut him off. "Never mind, I see her," he said, ending the call and walking over to the couch. Phoebe was curled up, her breath misting the fur trim of her jacket.

Theodore knelt beside her, feeling both angry and tender.

but chose to sleep at the door. Was she afraid of him? "Do I scare you that much?" he wondered, tracing her features in the air. Phoebe shifted uneasily in her sleep, burying her

don't want to go back. I still want to drink." The smell of alcohol hit him, making

been recovering, yet she went out drinking. Didn't she

man-eating tiger at home. I don't want to go

mint scent made

near you makes

time Theodore had heard this. A few days ago,

again still

hate me, right? But guess

menace in his voice

had accepted every drink to numb herself. Now, her stomach was burning, and she

bathroom, but she vomited

and he wished he could throw her into the toilet

up fully. She met Theodore's furious gaze and

'Shit,' she thought.

thrown up on him. He probably wanted to kill

seeing Theodore's bloodthirsty smile. "Are you

his arms. Seeing the vomit on his clothes, her face turned

do it on purpose,"

smile was sinister. "If you did it on purpose, I'd have stuffed

Phoebe said, swallowing hard and feeling

off for me," Theodore said, his eyes burning with a dangerous

hesitated, the smell making her wrinkle her nose. Seeing his grim expression, she gritted