Forbidden Passion
Chapter 181 Shave off All Your Hair

Phoebe rolled her eyes dramatically, "Cupid's arrow? More like bullets from the Grim Reaper."

Theodore stood downstairs, watching her disdainful expression. He raised his hand and pointed at her, seemingly saying, "Just you wait."

After pointing, he took a long stride and entered the villa.

Phoebe sensed danger and felt a jolt of fear in her heart. She hurriedly ran towards the door. Despite the short distance, she sprinted as if she was in a fifty-meter dash. But she was still a step too late. Just as she reached the door, she saw Theodore appear in the hallway. She screamed in fright and quickly tried to close the door.

Theodore, with his long legs, was at the door in the blink of an eye. He held the door that was about to close, his breath not even disturbed, "Getting brave, are we? Who were you rolling your eyes at?" Phoebe pushed against the door, panting, "I was rolling my eyes at you, so what? Am I not allowed to roll my eyes now?"

In her anxiety, she even slipped into a thick Southern accent.

Theodore was amused, his eyes softened, and he mimicked her accent, "So what if I say you can't roll your eyes?"

Phoebe didn't find it funny just now, but after hearing Theodore mimic her, she also started laughing. Her strength loosened, and Theodore pushed the door and came in.

Phoebe quickly ran into the bedroom, grabbing a throw pillow from the couch and hurling it at him as she ran, "Theodore, if you dare tie me up again, I won't let you off."

Theodore caught the pillow that was thrown at him and leisurely followed her, "And how exactly won't you let me off?"

Phoebe ran into the bedroom and tried to close the door again, but this time Theodore swiftly blocked it. She was out of breath, "I'll shave off all your hair and eyebrows while you're asleep. Let's see how you face people then." Theodore raised an eyebrow, "If that works, next time you decide to meet Edward alone, I'll do the same. I'll shave off all your hair."

Phoebe glared at him, infuriated, "That's not fair; it was my idea."

"You didn't say I couldn't use it," Theodore replied.

Phoebe dug her own hole and jumped right in. She was kicking herself so hard, thinking about herself being bald and without eyebrows...

Well, she wouldn't need to go out and see people then.

After all the commotion, Phoebe was exhausted. Luckily, Theodore didn't really intend to deal with her. Otherwise, those chains at the head of the bed would be enough to give her a hard time.

In the evening, Mrs. Ziegler called Phoebe. Phoebe felt upset after seeing the caller ID, but after struggling for a few seconds, she answered the call.

"Phoebe, are you almost out of medicine?" Mrs. Ziegler said on the other end

Phoebe pursed her lips, glanced at Theodore sitting next to her, and got up to walk outside. As she exited the villa's main door, a wave of heat hit her face.

She replied, "Not yet."

"It's been over a month, and you haven't finished it. Do you often forget to take it?" Mrs. Ziegler nagged, "Let me tell you, you can't be inconsistent. You have to take the medicine on time. Your doctor said you need at least half a year of medication."

"Mom, can you stop nagging me?" Phoebe said impatiently.

Mrs. Ziegler got irritated, "If I don't nag you, who will? You have a problem and you keep it from me. If you had told me earlier and started treatment earlier, you wouldn't be in this mess."

Phoebe held back from snapping at her, "Yes, you're right."

Mrs. Ziegler knew her daughter well. Phoebe was probably rolling her eyes on the other end of the line, but she couldn't help but nag a little more.

"Don't take it lightly. The Reynolds family is hoping you can bear them a son. If they find out you can't have children, they'll definitely force you to divorce Theodore." "Then let them," Phoebe said.