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.

her book. Hearing footsteps, she lazily glanced over and saw Theodore,

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

been reading; she was eavesdropping on the sounds outside. She pushed the

complex smile playing on his lips. "You into this kind

his face and looked down. The cover had a bunch of male models in swim trunks showing off their muscles. She coughed a few times. "I really just grabbed it randomly." Who would've thought Theodore's bookshelf

Theodore's voice was dripping with

and set it aside, 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

and thought, 'What kind of weird competitiveness

replied helplessly, "I haven't

a hint of danger in his deep gaze. "Well, haven't

question. "Why would I look at

pushing,

"Why would

few seconds, then suddenly stood up and started unbuttoning his loungewear.

the last button, leaving his 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 the pose both

leading down into his waistband, sparking all kinds of thoughts. She felt Theodore wasn't just asking her to compare abs;

She looked away and said, "You look

pressing against her bent leg, his voice husky. "Phoebe,

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

cup from her and set it

her, looking at her silently, as

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