Forbidden Passion
Chapter 314 Theodore Can't Sleep

Phoebe had just changed her T-shirt, which was not easy to take off at the moment, so she had to find a pair of scissors in the small living room and cut the shirt in half.

Just as she took off her dirty shirt, the door was suddenly pushed open from outside, catching her off guard. She quickly picked up a thin blanket nearby and wrapped it around herself, staring at Theodore who entered. Theodore glanced at the T-shirt Phoebe had cut in her hand and mockingly said, "Is it a trend now to undress like this?"

Phoebe pursed her lips, threw the T-shirt into the trash can, and retorted, "You'll have to ask your sister about that. She's twenty years old and still spitting at people. I'm starting to wonder if your family got the wrong child." Madison, in terms of both personality and manners, was nothing like the people from the Reynolds family.

Even if a little princess was spoiled, there should still be a bottom line in being a person, but Phoebe couldn't see that at all in Madison.

Theodore frowned and sneered. "Phoebe, don't insult her just because of what she said at the dinner table."

Theodore fell silent for a few seconds before speaking again. "I've considered what you said just now, and I will talk to Mom about it." Phoebe breathed a sigh of relief and nodded.

Brandon keeping a mistress and having a secret child couldn't be hidden. Instead of concealing it, it was better to tell Taylor sooner.

Phoebe took another shower, and when she came out, she saw Theodore leaning on the bed and playing Minesweeper. She directly grabbed a thin blanket and headed to the living room. Theodore looked up at her and asked, "Where are you taking the blanket?"

"To the living room. I want to watch some entertainment news so as not to disturb you," Phoebe replied without looking back, leaving the bedroom and tossing the blanket on the sofa. Theodore was irritated, stepping on a landmine with every step he took.

Theodore, feeling annoyed, slammed his phone on the pillow, then seeing Phoebe's pillow beside him, he got up and went to take a shower.

It had been halfway through autumn, and the temperature dropped sharply in the Reynolds Mansion after nightfall. After taking a cold shower, he was enveloped in a chill. His body was cold, his heart even colder.

Occasional light laughter could be heard from the living room, which made Theodore turn his head sharply. A surge of anger rose in his heart, and he strode to the door. "You keep laughing. Are you trying to keep me from sleeping?" Theodore questioned.

Phoebe took off her earphones and glanced at him, saying, "What do you just say?"

Theodore, furious, slammed the door shut.

Unaware of the situation, Phoebe shrugged, thinking that men could have a few days of irritability each month, so she ignored Theodore.

After watching a variety show episode, it was already midnight. Phoebe turned off the tablet, feeling too lazy to move, and just leaned back on the sofa to sleep.

In the bedroom, Theodore sat at the head of the bed, looking gloomy. The light from his phone screen reflected on his face, his eyes filled with fire.

Exhausted from stepping on emotional landmines, he threw his phone on the bedside table and lay down under the covers, hands behind his head, but sleep eluded him.

Turning and tossing in bed, Theodore became increasingly awake. Suddenly, he sat up, peeked through the door crack, and saw the lights in the living room go out. Lying back down, he waited for a few minutes, but Phoebe didn't return to the room, leaving him dissatisfied.

Turning over, Theodore chuckled to himself, 'If she doesn't come back to sleep, then she shouldn't bother coming back at all. I don't care!'

The next day, Theodore walked out of the bedroom with dark circles under his eyes. Seeing Phoebe sleeping soundly on the sofa, he walked over and kicked the sofa.

The sofa shook violently, waking Phoebe up from her dream. She sat up straight, eyes still closed, and shouted, "Earthquake, Theodore, run!"

However, Theodore didn't hear Phoebe's words. He had already slammed the door and left, the loud noise covering Phoebe's voice.

Phoebe opened her eyes in confusion, looked around, and realized there was no earthquake. She relaxed and lay back down. 'Thank goodness, it's not an earthquake.'

But Theodore was in a bad mood again, venting his anger on the door early in the morning. What did the door do to deserve that?

Christopher was awakened by Theodore from his bed, still sitting on the edge of the bed, a bit puzzled. Suddenly, a set of sportswear was thrown at him.

"Get changed. Let's go for a run," Theodore commanded.

Christopher, barely able to open his eyes due to fatigue, replied, "Please spare me. I was up until four in the morning last night working on the program before finally falling asleep." He didn't work at the Reynolds Group. He and his college friends started a company, taking on some commercial orders for their startup.

With his arms crossed, Theodore stared coldly at Christopher.

Christopher had at least slept for an hour, but Theodore had been awake all night.

Sensing Theodore's anger, Christopher shrank his neck in fear, quickly put on the clothes, and followed him out.

An hour later, Christopher realized just how crazy Theodore could be.

Christopher was exhausted from the run, and he knelt down in front of Theodore, collapsing into the nearby lawn, refusing to take another step.

Theodore had run several laps, his sportswear soaked with sweat, the black T-shirt clinging to his muscular abdomen, exuding a strong masculine aura.

After another lap, Theodore saw Christopher still lying on the ground. He walked over and kicked him, saying, "Get up, Let's go back."

Christopher, half asleep, opened his eyes groggily. Seeing Theodore's face, he immediately woke up.

He quickly got up from the grass and walked beside Theodore, asking, "Is there something bothering you?"

Christopher had noticed earlier that Theodore seemed troubled, running at a speed fit for the Olympics.

Theodore took a sip of water, his throat moving smoothly, tension evident, very sexy. Christopher thought that if he were a woman, he might fall for Theodore too.

After moistening his throat with water, Theodore finally said, "I'm fine."

Christopher sighed and suddenly reached out to put his hand on Theodore's shoulder, finding it a bit challenging due to the height difference.

Nevertheless, Christopher was determined, even standing on tiptoes without giving up.

He patted Theodore's chest and said, "If you have any problems, just tell me. Don't bear it alone. I support you!"

Theodore glanced at Christopher, feeling grateful to have a brother by his side at times like this.

Removing Christopher's hand from his shoulder, Theodore said, "Come back to the Reynolds Group and help me."

Christopher fell silent, his hands in his pockets. "I'm not going. Those people just want to instigate discord between us brothers so they can benefit. If I go, I'll only cause trouble for you."

Troubles faced by family businesses would naturally affect the Reynolds Group as well. Even though Theodore had secured his position as the chairman of the Reynolds Group, the shareholders would still cause trouble to seek greater benefits. Theodore patted Christopher's shoulder. "If you want the Reynolds Group, I'll give it to you."