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.

Can

explode. "Mr. Reynolds, you've got more

locked on Phoebe. "Ms. Ziegler, can you give me a ride

saw the vulnerability in Theodore's drunken state. "Mr. Reynolds,

shocked. "You want me

a loss

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

then turned to Phoebe with

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

can't you see he's faking

a sharp

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

with Phoebe's decisions? She was just his boss. The more Noah thought about it, the angrier he got, and he couldn't help but mutter curses under his

her phone and called Guadalupe, asking him to

Theodore. "Guadalupe will be here

around, Theodore obediently followed her back

Patrick and Grace had slipped away earlier, like they'd planned to

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

to scroll through Facebook to pass the time. Hearing

still vomited every day. During that time,

But both her mental and

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