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.

Phoebe felt more aggrieved. "You insisted on

held her hand, coaxing softly, "I don't hate you.

him, then climbed onto his

opened the door, and walked

rested her chin on his shoulder, the familiar mint scent calming her. She closed her eyes,

her slowly to the Imperial Apartment. He

until he caught

head. "Why

Phoebe didn't answer.

read. "Is it because we had a

wiped her tears, her mood dropping. She choked out, "You are just

Theodore was speechless.

face in his shoulder,

me for your

until she seemed to

didn't say

with only a few taxis

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

"Phoebe," he called softly.

No response.

"You seem really down. Could I interpret that as a tiny crush on me?" Phoebe's breath brushed warmly against his neck,

tomorrow onwards, we'll each try to like the other a tad bit more every single day. Deal?" Phoebe, deep in sleep, didn't hear

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

Phoebe through the streets, taking two

were almost like snowmen, but Theodore didn't feel tired. He carried Phoebe to the bedroom, changed her into pajamas, and dried her

making her drink some honey water and staying by her side until she fell asleep, he took a hot shower himself, his heart filled with a sense

slept deeply. When she woke up the