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."

gritted his

of provocation. "Mr. Reynolds, did you think I allowed you to

could speak, Phoebe answered her own question. "The moment I signed my name on the divorce papers, everything between us was over." Theodore's

his gaze moving from her indifferent face to her soft lips. Theodore couldn't believe such heartless

drove up and stopped behind Phoebe. Guadalupe got out

be able to finish it.

said you had nothing when you went abroad. I remember I had Lawton send you the Warranty Deed and a

car. She looked straight ahead. "I didn't take them. They're in

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

to look at him and said in the coldest tone, "I just

away, leaving Theodore standing there, his hand clenched into a fist,

Deed for West Mountain

had never received any transaction or transfer records. It turned

felt abandoned. His deep eyes were filled with shock, pain,

had always thought that as long as Phoebe came

do? What else could he do? The black Bentley silently crossed the road, the light outside the car changing. Phoebe remained

for a moment, then hurriedly

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

Guadalupe." Phoebe's voice was hoarse when she spoke, realizing

glanced at the rearview mirror again but

wearily against the seat, closing her eyes, but Theodore's hurt and confused

her eyes, and after a

didn't appear again. Perhaps her words had hurt his