Forbidden Passion

Chapter 547 Sleeping While Holding Her

Phoebe was too freaked out to even twitch. She sat ramrod straight on Theodore, scared stiff that any move would catch Jack's eye up front. Theodore leaned in, "Chill out, will ya? Loosen up a bit."

He put his hand on her back, feeling her tense as a board. It was bugging him, and he frowned.

Jack heard the ruckus behind him. His hand jerked on the wheel, but he kept his eyes glued to the road, his ears turning a suspicious shade of red. Was he getting a free show or what?

Phoebe bit her lip, praying Theodore wouldn't drop another bomb. She melted into him, leaning close.

Only then did Theodore stop fidgeting. He shut his eyes, his breathing evened out, and he dozed off as the car zoomed down the highway.

Phoebe knew he was beat. The guy had been pulling all-nighters at the hospital, juggling a million things. Even a robot would crash under that load. They rolled into Imperial Apartment and parked in the underground garage. Jack finally dared a quick peek in the rearview mirror.

Phoebe was still awake, listening to Theodore's steady breathing. She said, "Jack, grab a cab home. Mr. Reynolds is wiped; let him catch some Z's."

Jack saw them in the back and quickly looked away, nodding. He hopped out, gently closing the door behind him.

The door click made Theodore stir, his brow furrowing like he was about to wake up.

Phoebe quickly pressed her fingers to his temples. His frown eased, and he drifted back into deep sleep.

Listening to his calm breathing, Phoebe sighed in relief. She leaned against his chest, tuning into his heartbeat.

The position was a pain, but she didn't budge, scared to wake him.

They didn't get many moments like this.

past three years, hugs were rare. Even during their intimate moments, Theodore would pull away right after, never sticking around for a cuddle. Actually, the past six months had been their most touchy-feely

garage was dead quiet. The window was cracked, and the heater was on. In

woke up to his phone buzzing. He opened his eyes, feeling pins and needles in his limbs, and found Phoebe snuggled against

Lawton's voice came through, "Mr. Reynolds, I got

his voice

a parked car caught the whole thing. That car had been there for two days. I talked to the owner and watched the footage. I clipped the part

pressed his lips together, "Got

phone and opened the

just a minute and a

dark alley, a car crept by at first, then suddenly

got slammed by the car and was sent flying, landing in the snow. The car

chill

told him earlier. To him, Madison was just a

knew right from wrong and knew what lines not to

clearly, he had given her too much

Theodore's increasingly grim face. He turned it off and

around him showing their true colors, what could

ceiling and realized

in comfy pajamas. Phoebe sat up, wrapped in the blanket, and opened the

morning sun poured in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, scattering golden light everywhere,

bed, walked barefoot to the window, stretched, and watched

she headed to the bathroom for a

skin had been acting up from all the late nights. Phoebe slapped on a face

But it worked wonders.