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.

thought, 'Oh no, are Phoebe and

a myriad of droplets. He shut his eyes, the epitome of composure one moment, now resembling a petulant child in the midst of

blind.

one of Theodore's arms over her shoulder, and forcefully lifted him from the sofa, saying

of them heard this,

bill on Mr. Reynolds' tab. Enjoy yourselves." The directors looked at each other. "Did you notice that Ms. Ziegler's vibe has changed?

they walked out. He leaned most of his weight on

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, but in the end, she couldn't bring

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 should go get some

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

been faking being drunk

steering wheel with both hands. She hadn't expected that the supposedly drunk Theodore, who couldn't even recognize people

do you know who I am? Do you grope every girl who drives

any drunkenness left, it was sobered up by Phoebe's splash of wine. He hadn't drunk much; he just wanted to cause

his

hands on the steering wheel, smoothly turning it half a circle. The car made

one hand and pulled Theodore's hand out of her sweater. "I'm driving.

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

that had touched her, sniffing it, and

suddenly burned. She thought,

widely, and then said, "Phoebe, this is the first time

Phoebe was taken aback.