Forbidden Passion
Chapter 299: Honey, Give Me a Hug

There was a moment of silence in the air. Phoebe and Bill locked eyes, then a pair of warm hands gently held Phoebe's face, turning it back. "No looking at other men!" Theodore's tone was both fierce and domineering.

Phoebe fell silent.

Bill, felt rejected, without saying a word. He waved to Phoebe and Theodore, saying, "I don't think he is too drunk. You better take him home." After that, Bill turned and left, not wanting to linger there and be further rejected.

Phoebe finally managed to move her face out of Theodore's palm. She supported Theodore's thin but strong waist and said, "You're making Bill angry. I can't hold you up either."

She didn't expect Theodore to show such a childish side when drunk. Even his eyes were filled with innocence and affection. Looking at him from such a close distance, could she resist his charm?

Phoebe was almost mesmerized by Theodore's gaze, but the slap from last night made her heart grow cold.

Just as she was about to push him away to let him walk on his own, he suddenly hugged her. Phoebe almost lost her balance, her back hitting the wall, but it didn't hurt.

Theodore's hand rested on her back, pressing against her.

Their hearts beat fiercely together.

In the corridor, Phoebe saw the light in Theodore's eyes, flickering like a flame on a deep sea. His handsome face approached hers and rubbed against it.

"Phoebe, give me a hug," Theodore said.

At that moment, Phoebe's emotions became extremely complex. She wasn't sure if Theodore was truly drunk. In the short time she had been in the bar, Theodore had consumed more than ten drinks, so he must have been quite intoxicated. Being drunk made his actions and words childish.

Theodore's head rubbed against Phoebe's neck, restless and agitated. Phoebe's entire neck went numb, quickly tilting her head to avoid Theodore's lips.

"Let's go back home," Phoebe said. She patted Theodore's head, and without any sign of resistance from him, she helped him towards the back door, where there was an exit.

Theodore hung onto Phoebe like a koala unwilling to part from a tree trunk. Phoebe almost stumbled several times, sweating with anxiety.

Exiting the bar, the night breeze made Phoebe shiver. She took out her phone and called for a ride, guiding Theodore to the roadside.

After about ten minutes, the car arrived. Those ten minutes nearly exhausted Phoebe's patience. She couldn't understand why Theodore, who usually appeared cool and dignified, would become so childish when drunk. Theodore wanted to hug, but she refused. In response, Theodore threw a childish tantrum, standing still and refusing to move.

No one could have imagined that Theodore had such a childish side.

As they sat in the car, Theodore once again tried to hug Phoebe, burying his face in her neck. Phoebe, fearing the driver might misunderstand them, exerted great effort to push Theodore's head away.

The driver chuckled from the front seat. "Your boyfriend is quite clingy."

Phoebe busied herself, pushing away the leaning head, seeing Theodore's watery eyes looking at her pitifully. She warned Theodore with a glare.

"He's not usually like this. He's just drunk today," Phoebe explained.

The driver chuckled teasingly, "A man becomes a child when he's drunk, only showing his true self in front of someone who makes him feel secure."

Phoebe was a bit surprised, looking at the forlorn Theodore sitting there. "Is that so?"

The driver nodded. "Of course, when I'm drunk, I like to stick to my wife. I say what I can't say or do normally when I'm drunk."

"Phoebe, I don't want you talking to anyone." Theodore lunged forward, covering Phoebe's mouth with his hand, glaring fiercely at the driver as if he would steal his wife.

The driver touched his nose and said, "Your boyfriend seems quite possessive."

Phoebe, with Theodore's hand over her mouth, felt embarrassed and unable to speak. Drunk Theodore not only acted like a child in his thoughts but also in his actions. His jealousy was tenfold stronger than when sober. Fortunately, they arrived quickly, sparing Phoebe further embarrassment.

She struggled to pull Theodore out of the car. Theodore immediately clung to her like a koala, causing her to stagger a few times, nearly falling. Suddenly, a pair of hands reached out to support her.

"Thank you..." Before she could say more, she saw the man in front of her and was pleasantly surprised. "Evan, I hear you are going to become an actor. When do you come back?"

"Just got back," Evan replied, retracting his hand after Phoebe steadied herself. Evan looked at Theodore behind Phoebe and noticed the strong smell of alcohol, asking, "Is Mr. Reynolds drunk?" Phoebe, feeling embarrassed, said, "Yes, he's been acting up all night. Can you help me get him inside?"

"Sure." Evan gestured to his assistant to come over and help. Together, they separated Theodore from Phoebe.

After a night of nonsense, Theodore finally calmed down. He didn't make any more embarrassing moves and was assisted by Evan and his assistant into the apartment complex. Phoebe breathed a sigh of relief and quickly followed them.

The three of them helped Theodore back to the apartment, placing him on the couch. Phoebe hurried to pour water for Evan and the assistant. Evan took the glass, surveying the living room. The decor was understated yet luxurious, fitting for someone wealthy. However, the warm and cozy decorations seemed from Phoebe.

Unexplainably, Evan felt a twinge of jealousy. He wasn't sure what he was jealous of.

After drinking half a glass of water, Evan placed the cup on the table and said, "It's late. We should head back. We all live in the same neighborhood. You can contact me if you need anything." Phoebe smiled and said, "You're hardly ever home. Let me treat you to dinner one day. I apologize for the trouble tonight."

Evan smiled and reassured her before leaving with his assistant.

After seeing Evan off, Phoebe returned to the living room. She sat on the single sofa, watching Theodore sleeping peacefully, exhaustion washing over her.

Phoebe leaned back on the sofa, too tired to move. She fell asleep without even removing her makeup.

In the middle of the night, Theodore woke up, opened his eyes, and saw the familiar chandelier on the ceiling. He blinked, looking around the living room at the wall lights. Theodore remembered being with Patrick before he got drunk and thought, 'Does Patrick bring me back?'

He propped himself up on the couch. At once, he saw Phoebe lying on the single sofa opposite him. The warm yellow light shone on her, her sleeping face incredibly serene. He stared at her for a while, then got up and walked over, squatting in front of Phoebe.

Over the course of the day, Phoebe's makeup had faded, revealing the clear finger marks from the night before, the ones he had left in a fit of rage.

In his anger, Theodore had exerted all his strength.

Now, he felt a pang of heartache.