Forbidden Passion

Chapter 677 How Much Longer Will You Hate Me?

The black sedan slowly vanished into the night. Phoebe stepped aside, waiting for Guadalupe to bring the car around, when suddenly Theodore's deep voice cut through the air. "When did you get so close with Milton?"

Phoebe was rocking a black vest today, paired with black wide-leg pants and high heels, looking both casual and stylish.

The night breeze gently blew, causing her pant legs to sway lightly, and the dark patterns on them shimmered with silver light, making her figure look particularly slender. Phoebe casually glanced at Theodore with her hands in her pockets.

She said with a blank expression, "We became friends when we started our business abroad."

Theodore's fingers at his side slightly curled, and his thin lips pressed into a straight line. "I don't like him. Stay away from him."

Phoebe raised an eyebrow and said, "Mr. Reynolds, what gives you the right to order me around?"

"Just because," Theodore wanted to say because I'm your husband, but suddenly remembered they were already divorced. He bit his lip as he said, "Can't you see he has ulterior motives?"

"I can't see it." Phoebe shifted her gaze indifferently as the car lights flickered over. She took a step down the stairs.

The next second, a large hand grabbed her wrist. She immediately frowned. "Mr. Reynolds, I've grown tired of telling you to respect yourself."

Theodore looked down at Phoebe's impatient expression and said in a deep voice, "Think about it. Out of so many people, why did he only help you?"

"Yeah," Phoebe said with a sneer, curling her lips. "When I had nothing, he provided funds for me to start a business without asking for anything in return for two years. He never harmed me. Why do you think that is?" Theodore's face darkened. He took a deep breath. "Phoebe, I've already apologized for that incident. How long are you going to hate me?"

Phoebe seemed unable to bear it. She shook off Theodore's hand and took a few steps back to escape his control. Her face darkened. "Mr. Reynolds, I almost forgot. I was willing to let you appear frequently in front of me because you were offering resources. Without your resources, my company wouldn't experience significant losses."

his teeth.

think I allowed you to appear

Theodore could speak, Phoebe answered her own question. "The moment I signed my name on the

moving from her indifferent face to her

and stopped behind Phoebe. Guadalupe got out and opened the back

looked at Theodore and said in the coldest voice, "Mr. Reynolds, if you can start it, you should be able to finish it. Don't make me look down

you went abroad. I

straight ahead. "I didn't take them. They're in the

if he'd been slapped. He stared at her, trembling as

to look at him and said in the coldest tone, "I just don't want anything you give

his hand clenched into a fist, veins bulging on the back

bring the Warranty Deed for West Mountain

received any transaction or transfer records. It turned out Phoebe had never accepted

the night, Theodore felt abandoned. His deep eyes were filled

Phoebe came back,

how impossible it was for them to reconcile now. What should he do? What else could he do?

paused for a moment, then hurriedly wiped her

rearview mirror and said with concern, "Ms. Ziegler, you must be tired today. Why don't you close

fine, Guadalupe." Phoebe's voice was hoarse when she spoke, realizing she couldn't

the rearview mirror again but said nothing more,

but Theodore's hurt and confused expression kept

cover her eyes, and after a long time, she

following days, Theodore didn't appear again. Perhaps her words had hurt