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.

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

hand, coaxing softly, "I don't

then climbed

his back, opened the door, and walked out, crossing

familiar mint scent calming her. She closed her eyes,

feel worse in a car, Theodore carried her slowly to the Imperial Apartment. He

off, until he caught her faint

turned his head. "Why are you

Phoebe didn't answer.

looked ahead, his expression hard to read. "Is it because we had a

her tears, her mood dropping. She choked out, "You

Theodore was speechless.

buried her face in his shoulder, tears falling, sobbing

me for your own

until she seemed to fall

say anything

taxis passing by. Snowflakes

glanced at Phoebe on his back. She was sleeping soundly, tears still at the

"Phoebe," he called softly.

No response.

seem really down. Could I interpret that as a

the 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

feeling content. "Since you're not saying

carried Phoebe through the streets, taking

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

side until she fell asleep, he

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