Forbidden Passion

Chapter 512 Phoebe Drunkenly Confesses Her Feelings

Phoebe was tipsy and saw Cindy leaving with a guy who looked kinda familiar.

She stumbled after them. "Cindy, why are you leaving? We were supposed to date the hot guys!"

Theodore's face darkened. He seethed to himself, 'Phoebe still wants to date hot guys? I've been gone a few days, and she's gotten bold.' He patted the leather sofa next to him and said, "Looking for hot guys? Come here, I'll take you."

Phoebe looked at Theodore but backed up until she hit the wall, feeling safer.

"I'm not coming over. You're just a heartbreaker," she said.

Theodore laughed, frustrated. "Heartbreaker?"

"Yeah, and a scumbag one. You took my heart, and now I can't find it." Phoebe started crying harder. "I lost my heart, I can't find it." Theodore had seen many sides of Phoebe elegant, obedient, well-behaved-but never this. His heart tightened.

He walked over, squatted beside her, and sighed, wondering why he was arguing with a drunk Phoebe.

"Get up, I'll take you home," he said softly.

Phoebe looked at him, tears streaming. "I don't want to go home. It's so empty, just me alone."

Theodore turned, looking at her helplessly. "Are you scared being home alone?"

Phoebe shook her head, then nodded. "Being home alone is so scary. The house is so big, my voice echoes."

She started crying again, "The house is so big, I'm scared."

Theodore was stunned, his heart aching.

"If you're scared, why didn't you call me?" he asked.

call, you'll hang up on me." Phoebe felt more aggrieved. "You insisted on marrying

"I don't hate you. Let's go home,

then climbed onto his back, tearfully saying,

stood up with her on his back, opened the door, and walked out,

the familiar mint scent calming her. She closed her eyes, drifting

the Imperial Apartment. He casually asked, "You

he caught her faint voice. "I'm unhappy," she

head. "Why

Phoebe didn't answer.

to read.

She choked

Theodore was speechless.

sad. She buried her face in his shoulder, tears falling, sobbing uncontrollably

for your own mistakes,

quieted until she

say anything

only a few taxis passing by. Snowflakes fluttered down, and the world seemed

at Phoebe on his back. She was sleeping soundly, tears still at the corners of her

"Phoebe," he called softly.

No response.

murmuring, "You seem really down. Could I interpret that as a tiny crush on

"Then I'll take the liberty of assuming you have a soft spot for me too. How about this? From tomorrow onwards, we'll each

against her head, feeling content. "Since you're not

Theodore carried Phoebe through the streets, taking two hours to

tired. He carried Phoebe to the bedroom, changed her

some honey water and staying by her side until she fell asleep,

deeply. When she woke up the