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.

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

just wanted to slap Phoebe. With everything

He laid her on the bed, took off his coat, removed

Seeing Theodore come out, she asked, "How much

some soup. It's late;

kitchen. She stood there until he was out of

Theodore's tall frame loomed over the counter as he

and some vinegar, filling the kitchen with

bowl of soup. Phoebe was sprawled out on the

the soup on the nightstand and gently lifted her,

drink this soup

his arm around her waist. She frowned

wasn't having it. He pulled her back up. "My head hurts. I

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

sensing he wasn't gonna back down.

held the cooled soup to her lips, but the sour smell made her bury her face

him, Theodore chuckled. "I know it smells bad,

you don't drink it, I'll have

her mouth shut even tighter, looking both stubborn and

He put the soup back on the nightstand. "Alright, if you really don't want to, then don't.

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

stared at the familiar ceiling, trying to piece together how she

couldn't stay in bed any longer. She got up and headed to