Forbidden Passion

Chapter 484 The Only One I Want to Harass is You

The two of them strolled over to the private room. Phoebe took a deep breath, psyched herself up, and then swung the door open. Inside, there were about a dozen folks, half of them barely-dressed hostesses, and the other half were some big-shot directors from different companies.

Phoebe's eyes zeroed in on Theodore. He was cozying up with a stunning woman, and they were chatting away, the woman laughing so hard she was practically shaking against his chest.

Phoebe clenched her teeth. She marched over, and one of the directors spotted her. "Is that Ms. Ziegler? Long time no see, you've become even more elegant. Theodore, you're one lucky guy," he remarked.

Phoebe ignored him and went straight to Theodore, her voice heavy. "Get up."

Theodore squinted his eyes open and, seeing Phoebe, shoved the woman off and grabbed Phoebe's wrist, pulling her into his arms.

He said, "Ms. Ziegler, have a drink with me."

Phoebe leaned against Theodore, her forehead bumping his chin. It was hard to tell who felt more pain. She caught a whiff of mixed perfumes on Theodore and frowned deeply.

She replied, "Get up, we're going home."

Theodore frowned and, in a slurred voice, said, "Home? Where's my home?"

Phoebe frowned, seeing Theodore's glazed-over eyes. She decided not to argue and tugged on his arm, saying, "Get up, we're heading back to the Imperial Apartment."

Theodore suddenly laughed. "The Imperial Apartment is my home? How's that my home? It's just a fancy cage where I keep my mistresses."

It was the first time Phoebe had heard Theodore say something like this. She was stunned for a moment, and Theodore slumped back onto the sofa, muttering to himself, "I, Theodore, keep mistresses in the Imperial Apartment. Great." Hearing Theodore's nonsense, Phoebe turned around and saw a glass of wine. Without thinking, she picked it up and splashed it on Theodore's face.

Everyone around, whether sober or not, was shocked by Phoebe's action.

time and covered his face in despair. He thought, 'Oh no, are Phoebe

splashed across Theodore's face, forming a myriad of droplets. He shut his eyes, the epitome of composure one moment, now resembling a petulant child in the midst of a

spoke, "My eyes are blind. You

one of Theodore's arms over her shoulder, and forcefully lifted him from the sofa, saying in a low voice, "I'll deal with you when we get

heard this,

other arm. He said to the stunned directors, "Everyone, Mr. Reynolds has had too much to drink. We'll take him home first. Put tonight's bill on Mr. Reynolds' tab. Enjoy yourselves." The directors looked at

out. He leaned most of his weight on

had other plans afterward. Thinking about what Theodore had said earlier, Phoebe felt a surge of

really wanted to throw Theodore into the snow to sober him up,

Lawton helped Theodore into the passenger seat. Lawton asked, "Mrs. Reynolds, do you want me to help you take Mr. Reynolds back to the

shook her head. "Nah, it's late. You

Theodore's seatbelt and driving away, noting her evolution into a wife. He couldn't

road, Theodore, who had been faking being drunk in the passenger seat,

who couldn't even recognize people earlier, would now have his hand inside her sweater. Theodore's hand was a bit

know who I am? Do you grope every girl who drives you home like

by Phoebe's splash of wine. He hadn't drunk much;

you." Theodore leaned his

a circle. The car made a right turn ahead,

hand out of her

vaguely felt that Theodore had been unhappy these past few days. Even though they had been harmonious that night, for some reason, he was unhappy again. But Phoebe was used

back, slowly withdrawing the hand that had touched her, sniffing it,

She thought, 'How could

back in his seat, yawned widely, and then said, "Phoebe, this is the first time

Phoebe was taken aback.