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.

Jack had to leave. Can

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

"Ms. Ziegler, can you give

drunken state.

widened, looking hurt and shocked. "You want

was at a loss for

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

so noisy," Theodore snapped at Noah, then turned to Phoebe

sighed and turned to Noah. "Noah, you go ahead. I'll take

you see he's faking it? Don't fall for

had a

boil over. He forced himself to hold it in, shot Theodore a

Phoebe's decisions? She was just his boss. The more Noah thought about it, the angrier he

pulled out her phone and called Guadalupe, asking him to come to the hotel to pick

be here in ten minutes. Let's wait

around, Theodore obediently followed her back to the lounge

Theodore, finally realizing how quickly Patrick and Grace had slipped

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

scroll through Facebook to pass the time. Hearing his

was past the early stages of pregnancy, she still vomited every day. During that time, Phoebe was very

eat more, and her condition gradually improved. But both her mental and physical states were unstable during pregnancy, and she often cried for

for