Forbidden Passion

Chapter 481 A Lip Print

Evelyn blew a gasket the second she heard Phoebe's words. "Luck? Seriously? You're still young, girl! You got 25 years before menopause hits. No way you can't pop out a kid by then." Phoebe was left speechless as Evelyn always knew how to hit her right where it hurt.

"I can wait 25 years, but can the Reynolds family? Whatever, I'm hanging up." Phoebe ended the call before Evelyn could get another word in.

Phoebe plopped down on the sofa for a bit, then took the prescription to her study and locked it in her usual drawer.

Just as she locked it, she heard Yves and Theodore chatting outside. She grabbed a book and lounged on the chaise by the floor-to-ceiling window.

Theodore was swapping his shoes at the door when he saw Yves coming out with a trash bag, looking like she was about to bounce. He asked casually, "Phoebe back yet?"

"Yeah, she was just in the living room. Probably in the study now," Yves replied with a smile.

Theodore nodded. "It's snowing like crazy out there. I'll have Jack drive you home."

"No need, Mr. Reynolds." Yves didn't even get a chance to refuse before Theodore had already called Jack and given him the lowdown.

Theodore added, "Jack's waiting for you in the underground parking lot. You can head out now."

Yves looked at Theodore's stern profile and felt a wave of gratitude. She'd been working for this family for years. Phoebe's kindness and Theodore's hidden warmth had not gone unnoticed-they were genuinely good people. Despite this, Yves couldn't shake the feeling that there was an unexplained barrier, a strange distance that persisted between them.

Yves left with the trash bag, and Theodore made his way to the study.

The study was big, understated yet fancy. There was a chaise next to the bookshelf, and Phoebe was lounging on it.

Theodore turned and went to the kitchen, whipped up two cups of coffee, and threw some snacks on a tray before bringing them in.

she lazily glanced over and saw Theodore, now in loungewear, coming her

the other. She looked at Theodore setting down the tray and grinned. "Mr.

hadn't really been reading; she was eavesdropping on the sounds

it, a complex smile playing on his

in swim trunks showing off their muscles. She coughed a few times. "I really just grabbed it randomly." Who would've thought Theodore's

down. Totally random." Theodore's voice was dripping with amusement, making

giving up on explaining. The more she explained, the dumber she felt. She picked up a snack and took a bite, chewing it like she was venting her frustration. Theodore got up and sat next to her. He picked up the magazine and flipped through it. "Between me and them, whose

thought, 'What kind of weird competitiveness is

helplessly, "I haven't

in his deep gaze. "Well,

"Why would

kept pushing,

back, "Why would I

suddenly stood up and started unbuttoning his

slowly undid the last button, leaving his chest exposed. "Take a look now. Whose

Phoebe was speechless.

confidence, hands on his hips to keep his loungewear from falling, making the pose both

light, his eight-pack abs looked like perfectly arranged chocolate bars, with a V-line leading down into his waistband, sparking all kinds of thoughts. She felt Theodore wasn't just asking her to

coffee to hide her gulping. She looked away and said, "You look

one leg pressing against her bent leg, his voice husky. "Phoebe, what were you thinking when you

hard, her face burning as she looked at Theodore's handsome face so close

leaned back, almost spilling her coffee. Theodore took the cup from her

his hands on either side of her, looking at her silently, as if waiting for

seemed Theodore wouldn't let it go without an answer. She patted the chaise.