Forbidden Passion

Chapter 487 We Are Married

Everyone jumped up like they'd been zapped, not knowing what to do with their jittery hands and feet. "Should we bounce now?"

Phoebe grinned and said, "Nah, Mr. Reynolds ain't that scary. Y'all can chill. Who wanted to watch a movie? I'll put it on."

The colleague who'd been all about the movie turned beet red and quickly said, "Ms. Ziegler, you're hilarious. We don't need to watch it anymore. How about the news instead?" Before she could finish, a colleague next to her nudged her. "Look at you, such a chicken."

"If you're not a chicken, then you watch it," she shot back, glancing shyly at Phoebe. "Let's just watch the news, keep up with the world and stuff."

Phoebe gave a cheeky smile, picked a variety show, and then plopped down on a small stool, cracking open a beer and pouring it for everyone.

Everyone was way less rowdy now, scared Theodore might stroll in and catch them acting wild, leaving a bad impression.

"Don't be so uptight, y'all. Come on, let's toast." Phoebe raised her glass, and the others followed suit, clinking glasses with her. "Merry Christmas!" "Merry Christmas!"

The vibe started to loosen up. Theodore walked in wearing loungewear, and everyone tensed up again, standing awkwardly. "Mr. Reynolds." Theodore waved his hand. "Chill, please. If y'all are so stiff, Phoebe might kick me out."

Everyone exchanged looks and sat down again, but with Theodore right there, it was hard to relax. They didn't dare to speak and just kept sneaking glances at him. Then they noticed Theodore's loungewear matched Phoebe's. His dark gray loungewear had a pink fluffy patch, while Phoebe's pink loungewear had a dark gray fluffy patch. "Want some beer?" Phoebe placed a clean glass in front of Theodore, her movements smooth and casual.

Theodore nodded. "Sure."

Phoebe poured him a half glass of beer and, looking up, saw everyone staring at them. She said, "Y'all should eat. This whole spread is courtesy of Mr. Reynolds. You can't leave until you finish it, got it?" Carol was the first to dig in, and seeing her move, the others followed suit. After a few rounds of drinks, the atmosphere in the screening room finally chilled out.

quickly finished her drink. As she set the glass down, she locked eyes with Theodore. "Mr. Reynolds, I got a question for you, with the courage given by this drink." Theodore was sitting next

He replied, "Shoot."

the deal between you and

and finally, someone did. Theodore turned to Phoebe, a hint of a smile in his eyes. "Phoebe, you wanna tell

throat.

his gaze sweeping over everyone before landing back on Phoebe's face. "Phoebe is my legit wife," he declared. Phoebe was stunned, and everyone else was

a lot, but no one dared to guess that Phoebe was Theodore's wife because the gap between their statuses was too huge. But now that Theodore had personally confirmed Phoebe's identity, no matter how many doubts they

out of it. She nudged her dazed colleague, poured herself a drink, and raised it towards Phoebe

a belated toast to your enduring love and happiness together!" Carol said

everyone else raised their

She glanced at Theodore, who gave her a little eyebrow raise, signaling

clinking glasses with everyone. "Thanks, y'all. I thought

we? We used to think Mr. Reynolds was just this untouchable boss. Now that we know he's Ms. Ziegler's hubby, he feels way more down-to-earth." "Yeah,

seemed way more approachable, and they even

Christmas Day, a bunch of fireworks lit

and blue fireworks lighting up the clear night sky, one after another. She looked up, and the fireworks lit up her

arm around her waist, lifting her off the stool, and whispered in

Phoebe replied, "Sure."

a glance, and Theodore's eyes darkened slightly as he leaned down to

more intense, filling the sky

to leave. Theodore let go of Phoebe and walked them to the door, where Jack