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.

up on me." Phoebe felt

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

at him, then climbed

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

familiar mint

slowly to the Imperial Apartment. He casually asked,

off, until he caught her faint voice. "I'm

his head. "Why are you

Phoebe didn't answer.

his expression hard to read.

wiped her tears, her mood dropping. She choked

Theodore was speechless.

was genuinely sad. She buried her face in his shoulder, tears

sighed, "Blaming me for your own

sobs gradually quieted until she seemed to fall

say

streets were eerily quiet, with only a few taxis passing by. Snowflakes fluttered

sleeping soundly, tears still at the

"Phoebe," he called softly.

No response.

seem really down. Could I interpret that as a tiny crush on me?" Phoebe's breath brushed

liberty of assuming you have a soft spot for me too. How about this? From tomorrow onwards, we'll each try to like the other a tad bit more every single day. Deal?" Phoebe, deep in

her head, feeling content. "Since you're not saying anything, I'll take that as a

the streets,

feel tired. He carried

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 next morning, it