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.

anything

a moment and replied, "Nothing

slightly. The elevator arrived, and Phoebe helped him out and back

a glass 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 them again. "Just leave it on the coffee table,

the coffee table and stood by the couch, watching Theodore for a bit before heading to the kitchen to heat up some

door. She patted her chest. "You walk so quietly, you

"I don't really like

do stuff you don't like." Theodore reached out to take the medicine and toss it, but Phoebe stopped

Theodore, not getting why he was suddenly against her taking

forcing myself, I

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

for a long time before saying, "Phoebe, it's okay if we don't have kids. I just

shook to her

to force yourself. If

which version of him was real. That day, Theodore had choked her neck with hatred, saying she owed him a child. Now, Theodore

okay, this medicine is

lips moved, but he didn't say anything more. He put down the glass and

Theodore's 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. When Phoebe walked into the

where you planning to go

working overtime with

overtime, Phoebe didn't know

don't know, where are

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