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.

him? "Do I scare you that much?" he wondered, tracing her features in the air. Phoebe shifted uneasily in her sleep,

mumbled, "I don't want to go back. I still want to drink." The smell of

she went out drinking. Didn't she care about her

a man-eating tiger at home. I don't want to go back,"

familiar mint

you makes me unhappy. I hate you,"

Theodore had heard this. A few days ago, she had a

it again still made

bedroom. "You hate me, right? But guess what? You're stuck with me forever. Even in death, we'll be together,"

sensed the menace in his voice and

numb herself. Now,

rushed her to the bathroom, but she vomited all

and he wished he could throw her into the

fully. She met Theodore's furious gaze

'Shit,' she thought.

thrown up on him. He probably wanted to kill her

shrank back, seeing Theodore's bloodthirsty

to get out of his arms. Seeing the vomit on his clothes, her

didn't do it on purpose," she

smile was sinister. "If you did it on purpose,

this out," Phoebe said, swallowing hard and feeling nauseous again. "Take off your clothes, and I'll wash

for me," Theodore said, his eyes

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