Forbidden Passion

Chapter 568 Phoebe Got Drunk

Under the dim bar lights, Theodore's face looked like it was sculpted by the gods, making it hard to tear your eyes away.

Even though Cindy had seen Theodore a bunch of times, she still couldn't get over how good-looking he was. The dude was even hotter than Patrick.

If Theodore ever decided to jump into showbiz, Patrick and Evan would be yesterday's news.

"Just two drinks, I swear. The booze was just a bit too strong," Cindy said.

Theodore shrugged off his coat, took the blanket off Phoebe's shoulders, and wrapped her up in his coat before scooping her up.

Before heading out, Theodore asked Cindy, "Need a lift home?"

"Nah, I'm good. I'll hang out a bit longer. You get her home and make her some soup, or she'll be hurting tomorrow," Cindy replied.

Theodore nodded and walked out of the bar with Phoebe in his arms.

Phoebe wasn't really out cold but didn't feel like waking up. She kept her eyes shut tight, enjoying the ride in Theodore's arms, feeling like cutting loose for once.

Outside, the wind was freezing. Phoebe, feeling the chill, snuggled closer to Theodore. He glanced down at her blushed cheeks and made a beeline for the Maybach parked nearby. Jack was waiting by the car. Seeing them, he quickly opened the back door. Theodore got in with Phoebe, and the door shut, wrapping them in warmth. Jack hopped in, started the engine, and asked, "Mr. Reynolds, where to?"

"Imperial Apartment." But as soon as he said it, Phoebe, still half-drunk, mumbled, "I don't wanna go to Imperial Apartment. Take me to Golden Apartment. My mom will be worried." Theodore sighed and told Jack to head to Golden Apartment.

He carried Phoebe upstairs. Evelyn hadn't hit the sack yet. Hearing the doorbell, she opened the door and saw Theodore with a tipsy Phoebe. She was instantly pissed. "Why is Phoebe being so reckless?" she snapped, raising her hand to slap Phoebe but ended up hitting Theodore's arm instead.

Evelyn's face went pale with fear.

a big deal, part of the Reynolds family. She couldn't believe she

stammered, "Theodore, did I hurt you? I just wanted to slap Phoebe. With everything going on, how could she go

laid her on the bed, took off his

Theodore come out, she asked, "How much

make her some soup. It's late;

said, watching Theodore head to the kitchen. She stood there until he was out of sight,

kitchen, Theodore's tall frame loomed over the counter

he added ingredients and some vinegar, filling

of soup. Phoebe was sprawled out on the

soup on the nightstand and gently lifted her, letting her lean

wake up. You gotta drink this soup before you crash," he said

uncomfortable with his arm around her waist. She frowned and

having it. He pulled her back up. "My

was firm but gentle. "Come on, behave. Drink the soup,

gonna back down. She sighed and

lips, but the sour smell made her bury her

scrunch up her nose and snuggle into him, Theodore chuckled. "I know it smells bad, but you need to drink it." "I don't wanna,"

help but tease her. "If you don't drink it, I'll have to force

clamped her mouth shut

put the soup back on the nightstand. "Alright, if you really don't want to, then don't. Go to sleep." Phoebe rolled into the

morning, Phoebe woke up late to find Theodore gone, leaving her alone in the

trying to piece

stay in bed any longer. She