Forbidden Passion

Chapter 513

Chapter 513 He Want to Kiss Her

Phoebe took her sweet time in the shower, then blow-dried her hair. Hungover and feeling lousy, she slapped on some light makeup. After changing, she hugged the wall, sneaking towards the living room, hoping to slip out unnoticed by Theodore.

From the kitchen, Theodore's deep voice drifted out, sounding like he was on the phone.

Phoebe peeked in to make sure he was occupied. She ditched her slippers, held them, and tiptoed to the door.

Ollie, perched on the cat tree, spotted her sneaky moves. He jumped down and landed at her feet.

"Meow."

Startled, Phoebe quickly shushed him with a finger to her lips.

She bent over, taking tiny steps to the door. Just as she was about to put on her shoes, someone grabbed her collar. "Where are you going?" Phoebe's heart skipped a beat. She turned to see Theodore, one hand in his pocket, the other holding her collar, frowning.

"Hi," she said sheepishly.

Theodore glanced at her slippers in hand, frown deepening. "Put your shoes on."

"Oh!" Phoebe quickly put on her slippers and stood at attention. "Shoes are on, Mr. Reynolds."

Theodore's frown eased. He grabbed her collar and pulled her towards the dining room. "Wash your hands and eat."

Dragged into the kitchen, Phoebe had no choice but to wash her hands under Theodore's watchful eye.

They sat at the dining table, set with snacks, light porridge, and soup.

"Drink the soup first," Theodore instructed, pushing it towards her.

then pushed the porridge

eyebrow, Theodore pushed the bread in front of her. Seeing her obediently eat, he kept pushing more plates

portions were small, Phoebe was stuffed. She looked at Theodore pitifully. "Are you trying to

'He's definitely punishing

a last-ditch effort. "I blacked out. Did something happen last

raised an eyebrow, his look saying,

The room fell silent.

hiccuped, closed her eyes, and said, "If I did anything wrong, please don't stuff me to death.

curled up. "You

is dead. The one alive today is your poor secretary. Do you really want to stuff her to death?" Theodore tilted his head,

but knew she brought this on herself. She swallowed hard and clenched her

amused by her resigned look but didn't show

for a moment, then leaned in and said, "Close

but

a punch. In the

even know why

night. Allowing him to retaliate felt just, yet

with no movement, she grew impatient. It felt like a knife was hanging over her head, ready to

about to peek, a warm hand

palm, gently brushing her

like a caress. She opened her eyes to find Theodore's stern face very

with intense emotions, making her

trembling eyelashes

chair, and leaned

wanted

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