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.

over and saw Theodore, now in loungewear, coming her way with coffee and

other. She looked at Theodore setting down the tray and grinned. "Mr. Reynolds, you're in a good mood today." Theodore sat across from her

reading; she was eavesdropping on the sounds outside. She pushed the book towards him. "Just something I

on his lips. "You into this kind

looked down. The cover had a bunch of male models in swim trunks showing off their muscles. She coughed a few times. "I really

even picked it up upside down. Totally random." Theodore's voice was dripping with amusement, making

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

thought, 'What kind

helplessly, "I

narrowed his eyes, a hint of danger in his deep gaze. "Well,

"Why would

pushing, "Aren't

back, "Why would I

seconds, then suddenly stood up and started unbuttoning his loungewear. Phoebe was stunned. "Hey,

chest exposed. "Take a look now. Whose muscles are

Phoebe was speechless.

was brimming with confidence, hands on his hips to keep his loungewear from falling, making

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

sip of coffee to hide her gulping. She looked away

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

looked at Theodore's handsome face so

Theodore took the cup from

her, looking at her silently, as

let it go without an answer. She patted the chaise.