Forbidden Passion
Chapter 298 I Don't Want His Help

Phoebe sat in Starbucks for a long time again until the pedestrians outside gradually became sparse. It was as if she had come to her senses and stood up to walk out.

The night breeze was cool, blowing against her, making her feel the change of seasons. After entering autumn, no matter how hot it was during the day, it would cool down a lot at night. Phoebe was about to call for a ride when she noticed several missed calls on her phone, all from Patrick.

Phoebe frowned and wondered, 'Why would Patrick be calling me?'

She hesitated for a moment as the phone rang again. It was Patrick once more. After some thought, she answered the call, hearing an explosive bass voice on the other end. "Phoebe, you finally answered the phone." Patrick's tone was unfriendly.

Phoebe stood by the roadside, the night wind rustling the leaves, occasionally causing dry maple leaves to fall from the branches and swirl far away.

"Are you looking for me?" she asked.

Patrick looked at Theodore next to him, who was drinking bottle after bottle of alcohol. He'd drink half and spill half, turning the front of his crisp white shirt into a patchy mess.

Patrick wasn't concerned about the alcohol. He just felt that if Theodore kept drinking, he might end up with alcohol poisoning.

"Come over right away and take your man away, and I'll send you an address," Patrick said bluntly, not giving Phoebe a chance to refuse, and then hung up decisively.

'Why are there such domineering people in this era?' Without hesitation, Phoebe turned and walked away. Just as she took a few steps, her phone vibrated in her hand, causing her fingertips to tingle slightly.

She didn't want to pay attention, but she couldn't ignore it. She glanced at the message. The address Patrick sent was not far from her, just a short walk away.

Phoebe remembered that there were many bars on that street, a place where all sorts of people gathered. When she arrived, she saw many people coming out in groups.

As the people passed by Phoebe, a strong smell of alcohol wafted over.

She hurriedly walked a few steps with her head down, then saw the bar Patrick had sent her to. She hesitated at the door for more than ten minutes before her phone vibrated again.

She looked and saw it was Patrick calling once more. She couldn't help but curse in her heart, 'Why is Patrick in such a hurry to call me? Can't he just send Theodore back instead of making me come to pick him up?' Phoebe hung up the phone. With Patrick persistently ringing her up like this, unless she turned off her phone, he would keep calling all night long.

Although she still resented Theodore, she was also afraid that something might happen to him. She gritted her teeth, pushed open the door, and went in.

To her surprise, the bar was very quiet. Soft background music echoed in the air, unlike the noisy atmosphere of other bars.

As soon as Phoebe entered, she saw two people sitting at the bar, both outstanding among the crowd of drinkers.

Patrick saw Phoebe from a distance and waved to her.

She walked over slowly. Patrick frowned at her. He had sharp features, and a high and straight nose, probably from playing generals too often, exuding an air of dignity. "You're too slow. If you were to save someone, they'd be dead by now," Patrick complained.

Phoebe fell silent.

She glanced at the man next to her, who was drinking one glass after another. Since she stepped into the bar, he had already downed three glasses.

'Is he treating alcohol like water?' Phoebe asked, "What's wrong with him?"

She didn't think Theodore had come to drown his sorrows because of her words. It was probably because he found out about his brother, which made him upset.

In fact, anyone would feel upset about this matter.

Patrick picked up his suit jacket and put on a duckbill cap and mask. He got off the high chair and said, "I have a job arrangement tonight. You stay here and watch over him. If you can't persuade him to drink less, you can prepared to call an ambulance."

With that, he put on his jacket and left quickly, leaving Phoebe behind. Phoebe stared at Theodore for a long time. In just a few minutes, Theodore had drunk two more glasses.

She sat on a high stool and didn't persuade him.

She wanted to see how much alcohol his stomach could hold. She thought to herself, 'If Theodore drinks himself into alcohol poisoning, I would pay for an ambulance to take him to the hospital for gastric lavage.'

As long as he didn't drink himself to death, she would let him continue drinking.

Theodore had a few more drinks. Perhaps feeling uncomfortable with his bloated stomach, he slowed down his drinking speed, leaning against the bar and sliding off the high stool.

He was completely drunk by now, his feet on the ground feeling like stepping on cotton, and he was falling to the ground.

Phoebe quickly jumped off the high stool and reached out to hold his waist but was pushed back a few steps by his strength until her body hit the bar and stopped.

It was so thrilling!

If Phoebe and Theodore were both kneeling on the ground facing each other, it would be embarrassing. Phoebe took a deep breath, hugged Theodore's waist, and pulled him up.

"What are you doing?" ;Phoebe asked.

Theodore, now drunk, opened his eyes upon hearing Phoebe's voice. He tried hard to see the person in front of him, but all he saw were shadows. Only the familiar scent of milk lingered around his nose, making him feel particularly at ease.

"Phoebe, " Theodore muttered.

Phoebe was trying hard to lift Theodore, not letting him slide to the ground. Suddenly, Theodore's shoulder sank heavily, and his chin hit her shoulder hard, his alcoholic breath hitting her face.

Theodore's breath on her ear made her scalp and entire back tingle. She almost let go but quickly held on tight.

"Stand steady. Don't slide to the ground," Phoebe said.

A drunk person's body was all soft. If Theodore sat on the ground, Phoebe alone wouldn't be able to lift Theodore today, no matter what.

Theodore couldn't understand what Phoebe was saying. He blew air into Phoebe's ear, making Phoebe's entire neck tingle.

"Can anyone help me?" ;Phoebe asked.

The bartender was a friend of Theodore and Patrick. Seeing that Phoebe couldn't lift him, the bartender came out from behind the bar and said, "Phoebe, Theodore might need to pee. Let me help you take him to the restroom." Phoebe managed to smile at the bartender and said politely, "Thank you. Do you know Theodore?"

Theodore seemed to notice Phoebe smiling at someone else, lowered his head, and bit Phoebe's shoulder fiercely, saying sternly, "Don't smile at other men."

Phoebe fell silent, thinking, 'He has been drunk. How can he see me smiling at someone else?'

Theodore's bite was quite painful. Phoebe frowned together with the bartender and helped Theodore to the restroom.

Phoebe stood outside the restroom, hearing the sound of water inside. Her ears turned red. She touched her neck. The tingling sensation had disappeared by now.

Soon, the bartender helped Theodore out. Phoebe went over to put Theodore's other arm over her shoulder. As soon as she was about to help Theodore walk, Theodore put all his weight on her.

Luckily, Phoebe was wearing good quality shoes today, so she wasn't crushed to the ground by Theodore. She tried to stabilize their bodies and then heard Theodore say to the bartender, Bill Clinton, who was helping him, "You can go now. I don't want a man to help me."