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.

the Reynolds family. She couldn't believe

wanted to slap Phoebe. With everything going on, how could she go

the bed, took off his

shaken from the slap. Seeing Theodore come out, she asked, "How much did Phoebe

some soup. It's late; you should get some rest," Theodore

there until he was out

Theodore's tall frame loomed over the counter as he patiently

the water boiled, he added ingredients and some vinegar, filling the kitchen with a tangy

bowl of soup. Phoebe was sprawled out

set the soup on the nightstand and gently lifted her,

gotta drink this soup before you crash," he said

squirmed, feeling uncomfortable with his arm around her waist. She frowned and tried to lie

Theodore wasn't having it. He pulled her back up. "My head hurts. I just wanna sleep," she

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

he wasn't gonna

to her lips, but the sour smell made her bury her face in his chest,

Theodore chuckled. "I know it smells bad, but you need to drink

her. "If you don't drink it,

clamped her mouth shut even tighter, looking

then don't. Go

late to find Theodore gone,

her head pounding. She stared at the familiar ceiling, trying to piece together how she got home last

throat was killing her. She couldn't stay in bed any longer. She got up and headed