Forbidden Passion
Chapter 241 Revelations Over Breakfast: Unraveling Connections

It wasn't a dream; he was really at Mr. Reynolds' house.

He messed up big time!

John quickly finished washing up, quietly opened the glass door, and stuck his head out to observe for a few seconds to make sure Theodore wasn't around. He immediately dashed out, intending to run before Theodore noticed. He didn't have the courage to have breakfast with Mr. Reynolds.

Even if it didn't choke him, he would have indigestion.

But as soon as he rushed out, he saw a handsome and tall man leaning by the sofa, holding a newspaper.

Upon hearing footsteps, he looked up. "Done washing up? Let's have breakfast."

John: "......"

Oh God, strike me dead with a lightning!

Theodore neatly folded the newspaper and placed it on the rack before turning and heading towards the dining room. John clenched his fists and followed, feeling confused.

They sat facing each other, and John was stiff all over, painfully awkward. His toes were so uneasy in his slippers that he might as well have been living in a mansion. He cleared his throat and asked the question that puzzled him the most. "M-Mr. Reynolds, last night...how did I end up at your house?"

Naturally, Theodore sensed his inner embarrassment and unease. He picked up his chopsticks and gestured for him to eat. "Don't be nervous. Phoebe and I brought you back."

The chopsticks that John had just picked up fell back onto the dining table with a "clatter". When he saw Theodore looking over, he quickly picked them up again.

"I-I didn't cause you any trouble, did I?"

Theodore's presence was just too overwhelming, causing fear to well up inside him. Moreover, waking up and seeing the boss above him was enough to make anyone nervous. Theodore said calmly, "It's fine."

John felt like the world was ending. How was he supposed to respond to that?

He bowed his head and ate his meal in silence, but with the boss sitting opposite him, he couldn't even remember how to swallow. Then he heard the boss say, "Phoebe is my wife." "Clatter!"

Once again, the chopsticks in John's hand dropped onto the dining table. His mouth formed an "o" of shock as he looked at Theodore in disbelief. "Ah?" Theodore stared at him and reiterated, "She is my wife. We have a marriage certificate. Regardless of what you think of her, this is where it ends."

"Ah!" John quickly stood up, his hands shaking uncontrollably. "No, no, no, Mr. Reynolds, you've misunderstood. I have no intentions towards Miss Adams."

John was terrified, his heart almost stopping. While he did have a good impression of Phoebe before, once he found out she was Theodore's lover, he only treated her as his immediate superior, not daring to have any improper thoughts. Moreover, she was now the boss's wife. Even if he had the courage of a lion, he wouldn't dare to covet her.

Theodore's tone remained indifferent. "It's for the best."

"I really don't have any intentions." John helplessly repeated himself.

Miss Adams, a renowned American translator and best-selling author of American novels, sat down to translate the article according to her editor's requirements. Theodore glanced at him casually and said, "Sit down and eat." "Uh, alright." John sat back down, finding this meal to be the most difficult to swallow in his entire life.

After finishing his bowl, he didn't dare to offer to wash the dishes. He quickly grabbed his belongings and ran out as fast as he could, fearing that he would suffocate if he was even a second too late.

Theodore took the bowl and placed it in the sink before turning and walking into the bedroom. Phoebe was still asleep, her snow-white shoulder peeking out from the blanket. He sat down by the bed and looked at her peaceful sleeping face, with the image of her crying and begging him in the bathroom last night flashing in his mind.

After a while, he leaned over and took a bite on her shoulder.