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.

couldn't stop her in time and covered his face in despair. He thought,

of droplets. He shut his eyes, the epitome of composure one moment, now resembling

spoke, "My eyes are blind. You owe me

arms over her shoulder, and forcefully lifted him from the

two of them heard this,

first. Put tonight's bill on Mr. Reynolds' tab. Enjoy yourselves." The directors looked at

leaned most of

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

was freezing. Phoebe really wanted to throw Theodore into the snow to sober him up, but in the end, she couldn't bring herself to do

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

it's late. You should

seatbelt and driving away, noting her evolution into a

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

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

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

drunkenness left, it was sobered up by Phoebe's splash of

want to grope is you." Theodore leaned his head over. Despite

the steering wheel, smoothly turning it half a circle. The car made a right turn ahead, maintaining a steady speed as it entered a side

pulled Theodore's hand out of her sweater. "I'm driving. Behave yourself," she

past few days. Even though they had been harmonious that night, for some reason, he was unhappy again. But Phoebe was used to not asking, and Theodore was used

that had touched

Her face suddenly burned. She thought, 'How

said, "Phoebe, this is the first time you've come to pick me

Phoebe was taken aback.