Forbidden Passion

Chapter 690 The Cunning Little Fox

Outside the Empire State Building.

Theodore leaned against the car door, rocking a tuxedo with a pocket square tucked in.

He had this aristocratic vibe, just standing there with his broad shoulders and long legs. The tux looked pricey, but he made it look even better.

Theodore was waiting for Phoebe, all chill, when he heard the click-clack of high heels from inside the building. He quickly looked up.

A slender, graceful figure caught his eye. Phoebe was lifting her dress, walking like a queen stepping down from her throne.

In an instant, she dazzled him and stole his heart.

Theodore couldn't take his eyes off her, filled with a possessive intensity.

He suddenly regretted it. He shouldn't have given her that dress, shouldn't have brought her to the banquet. He couldn't stand the thought of others ogling her beauty. Just imagining all those eyes on Phoebe made Theodore want to whisk her away to the Imperial Apartment and keep her hidden, never letting anyone else see her. Phoebe stopped in front of Theodore, tilting her chin up to look at him.

The sunset's glow bathed them, and Phoebe's eyes seemed to sparkle.

Phoebe said, "Sorry to keep you waiting, let's go."

Theodore felt a rush of heat, almost unable to resist kissing her as she looked at him like that.

He didn't want to mess things up, so he turned his gaze away, using the act of opening the door to ease his longing.

Theodore opened the car door and said, "Please, get in."

bent down and got

Theodore leaned in to help Phoebe gather the part of the dress that had fallen outside

was in the driver's seat and saw Phoebe walk out, he almost

secretary. Even though she appeared strong, she couldn't help but seem a bit pretentious, with an underlying sense of insecurity. However, ever since Phoebe returned from

once had was gone. Now, she was more like a radiant

sincerely complimented, "Ms. Ziegler, you

a more fitting word to

Jack had stolen Theodore's

glanced at the rearview mirror, catching Jack's sneaky look. Jack, feeling guilty, quickly looked ahead, not daring to glance around anymore. "Thank you," Phoebe

head to look at her, his gaze falling on her slender neck. She wasn't wearing any jewelry, making her neck appear even more graceful. Theodore took

recognized it as a high-end piece from Buccellati, each series like a work

in slightly, extending his long arm to place the necklace around her

touch, settled right at the center of Phoebe's collarbone. Theodore's fingers brushed lightly across

making her flinch and scoot to the side, her ears turning

her ears go crimson, his

beat, he finally

Phoebe's nerves jump. Her fingers,

Phoebe said, trying to keep her cool and stay professional.

come back, she couldn't

treated her like a stranger, that would've been perfect. She

into her life and work, making it impossible for her to escape

game of chase and dodge. As long as no one said anything outright, Phoebe stayed polite

lot from that old

and said, "No need. If you return them, they'll just gather dust in the closet. You might as