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

droplets. He shut his eyes, the epitome of composure

"My eyes are blind. You owe me

arms over her shoulder, and forcefully lifted him from the sofa, saying in a low voice, "I'll deal with

of them heard this,

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

supported Theodore as they walked out. He leaned most of his weight on

other plans afterward. Thinking about what Theodore had

to throw Theodore into the snow to

passenger seat. Lawton asked, "Mrs. Reynolds, do you want me

her head. "Nah, it's late. You should go get some

Theodore's seatbelt and driving away, noting her evolution into a wife. He couldn't help but admire her theatrical flair with the

faking being drunk in the passenger seat,

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

I am? Do you grope every

it was sobered up by Phoebe's splash of wine. He hadn't drunk

I want to grope is you." Theodore leaned his head over. Despite his size, he fit perfectly on

half a circle. The car made a right turn ahead, maintaining a steady speed as

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

that night, for some reason, he was unhappy again. But Phoebe was

slowly withdrawing the hand that had touched her, sniffing it, and then licking his

suddenly burned. She thought, 'How could Theodore

in his seat, yawned widely, and then said, "Phoebe, this is the first time you've come to pick me up

Phoebe was taken aback.