Forbidden Passion

Chapter 485 Do You Mind If Our Relationship Goes Public?

When Theodore got shaken awake by Phoebe, he stretched out like a lazy cat, then pulled her into a bear hug.

Phoebe got a face full of his boozy breath, making her both annoyed and kinda helpless. She pinched his cheeks and pulled them apart, saying, "C'mon, wake up, we're home." "I don't wanna move," Theodore whined, clinging to her like a kid. He grabbed her hand and pressed it to his temple. "My head's killing me, can you rub it for me?" The car's heater was blasting, so Phoebe wasn't too worried about him catching a cold.

She started massaging his temple, hearing his contented little hums. Her cheeks got a bit pink, but she still scolded him, "You know your head hurts, yet you still drank like a fish?" Theodore nuzzled into her neck, finding a comfy spot. "If I didn't drink, how could I get them to sign the contract?"

Phoebe sighed, recognizing that beneath Theodore's high-flying persona, he was simply a regular guy, albeit one dealing with larger contracts.

After a while, she said, "Let's head upstairs, it's getting chilly in here."

Theodore looked up and saw Phoebe zipping up her down jacket. She got out of the car, walked around to his side, and opened the passenger door.

The underground garage was warm in winter and cool in summer. Phoebe opened the passenger door, and Theodore got a rude awakening from the cold wind.

Phoebe reached out to help him out of the car. Theodore had definitely had one too many tonight, and he was wobbling on his feet. Phoebe locked the car and helped him into the elevator. Theodore's cologne was strong, and Phoebe wrinkled her nose, saying, "I don't really dig the smell on you, it's too much."

Theodore looked down at her, a hint of a smile in his eyes. "Okay, I'll wash it off when we get back."

Phoebe continued, "And don't drink so much next time, it's not good for you."

Theodore nodded in agreement. "Alright, I won't drink anymore."

Phoebe pursed her lips. She knew Theodore was just saying that to make her happy, but she still felt a little warm inside.

"If there's anything else you

moment and replied, "Nothing

Phoebe helped him out and

of sugar water. When she came back, she saw Theodore leaning against the back of the couch, looking a bit tipsy. She said, "Drink this and then hit the sack." Theodore opened his eyes briefly before closing

the coffee table and stood by the couch, watching Theodore for a bit

against the kitchen door. She patted her chest. "You walk so quietly, you scared me." Theodore walked in slowly, looking down at the medicine bag in her hand, frowning. "Phoebe, if you don't like taking medicine, why

the medicine bag. "I don't really like the taste, but I can deal

you don't like." Theodore reached out to take the medicine and

looked at Theodore, not getting why he was

back, "I'm not forcing myself, I actually

trash and stomped on them in frustration, just as Theodore walked in. He probably still had some

for a long time before saying, "Phoebe, it's okay

was shook to

"So you don't have to force yourself. If you don't like it, don't

day, Theodore had choked her neck with hatred, saying she owed him

"It's okay, this medicine

He put down the glass and said, "I'm gonna take a

back disappear through the kitchen door. She bit open the plastic bag, and the strong smell of the medicine filled her mouth, making her frown. Tomorrow was Christmas Day.

asked Phoebe, "Ms. Ziegler, where you planning to go

to be spent working overtime with Theodore, However, this year, Theodore found himself with some rare

didn't know

don't know, where are

said, "Probably just staying home. These short holidays usually mean