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.

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

across Theodore's face, forming a myriad of droplets. He shut his eyes, the epitome of composure one moment,

spoke, "My eyes are blind.

arms over her shoulder, and forcefully lifted him from the sofa, saying

heard this, and Theodore

Put tonight's bill on Mr. Reynolds'

they walked out. He leaned most of his weight on her, causing

party tonight but didn't know they had other plans afterward. Thinking about what Theodore had said earlier, Phoebe felt a surge

to sober him up, but

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

it's late. You should go get some

and driving away, noting her evolution into a

faking being drunk

even recognize people

do you know who I am? Do you grope

had any drunkenness left, it was sobered up by Phoebe's splash of wine.

Theodore leaned his head over. Despite his size,

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

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

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

slowly withdrawing the hand that had touched

face suddenly burned. She thought, 'How could

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

Phoebe was taken aback.