Forbidden Passion

Chapter 666 I'm Not Good at All

Vanessa looked like she'd been hit by a truck, tears streaming down her face, lips trembling. Anyone watching would feel their heart break a little. Meanwhile, Theodore was lounging on the sofa, looking like he couldn't care less. His hand was clenched, veins popping, showing just how fed up he was. "Enough," he snapped, his voice cold as ice. "Stop dragging up the past. Don't make me regret what I did back then."

He'd regretted it the second he made that choice. Three years of regret, and not a single moment of peace.

Vanessa's eyes went wide, and everyone could see the pain in her eyes. She couldn't take it anymore, covered her face, and bolted out of the hotel lobby. Everyone else just stood there, awkward as hell, glancing at Phoebe like she had the answers.

But Phoebe didn't say a word.

The head of Aurora Innovations, trying to break the tension, chuckled awkwardly. "Ms. Ziegler, I heard you used to be Mr. Reynolds' chief secretary. Is he always this cold to women?" Phoebe just pressed her lips together, giving the guy a look. Before she could respond, Mary jumped in, "Mr. Kessler, you're putting Ms. Ziegler in a tough spot."

"Yeah, I've had too much to drink. Ms. Ziegler, just ignore me. We'll see you at the press conference." Kristoff Kessler took off with his crew.

Everyone else followed suit, leaving just Phoebe and Noah by the elevator.

Phoebe rubbed her temples. "Noah, let's go."

Noah, who'd been brooding all night, finally relaxed a bit and walked over to her, sticking close as they headed out.

As they crossed the lobby, someone called out to Phoebe.

"Ms. Ziegler."

She hesitated, pretending not to hear, but eventually turned around. Theodore was stumbling towards her, looking a mess. "Mr. Reynolds." Theodore stopped in front of her, his eyes searching her face. His heart ached.

had to leave. Can you give me a ride

looked ready to explode. "Mr. Reynolds, you've got

eyes locked on Phoebe. "Ms. Ziegler, can you

Theodore's drunken state. "Mr. Reynolds, I'll call

eyes widened, looking hurt and shocked. "You want me to take a

at a loss

know how many people try to kidnap me for ransom every year, and you still want me to take a stranger's car?" Theodore's voice was a mix of arrogance and hurt. Sober, he'd never let this side show.

turned to Phoebe with a pitiful look. "Can you take me home,

to Noah. "Noah, you go ahead. I'll take Mr.

disbelief. "Phoebe, can't you see

had a

He forced himself to hold it

The more Noah thought about it, the angrier

and Theodore now. Phoebe pulled out her phone and called

be here in

around, Theodore obediently followed her back to

realizing how quickly Patrick and Grace had slipped away earlier, like they'd planned

alcohol. Taking advantage of his drunkenness, he spoke softly, "Have you been well in Caneda these past

had already taken out her phone, intending to scroll through Facebook to pass the time. Hearing

trouble adjusting. Even though she was past the early stages of pregnancy, she still vomited every day. During that

Phoebe forced herself to eat more, and her condition gradually improved. But both her mental and

one morning when Cindy had prepared a glass of milk for her. She