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.

that much?" he wondered, tracing her features in

making him look even more intimidating. Suddenly, he picked her up. Startled, she mumbled, "I don't want to go back. I still want

she went out drinking.

tiger at home. I don't want to go back," she slurred, completely

mint scent made

I hate you. Being near you makes

heard this. A few days ago, she

again still made his

into the house and straight to the bedroom. "You hate me, right? But guess what? You're stuck with me forever. Even in death,

sensed the menace in his voice and shivered,

night, she had accepted every drink to numb herself. Now, her

the bathroom, but she vomited all

and he wished he could throw

fully. She met Theodore's furious gaze and shivered in

'Shit,' she thought.

on him. He probably wanted to kill her

seeing Theodore's bloodthirsty smile. "Are you awake?"

Seeing the vomit on his clothes, her face

didn't do it on

did it on purpose,

Phoebe said, swallowing hard and feeling nauseous again. "Take off your clothes, and

off for me," Theodore said, his eyes burning

hesitated, the smell making her wrinkle her nose. Seeing his grim expression, she gritted her teeth and moved closer to help