Forbidden Passion
Chapter 334 Theodore's Seduction

Phoebe instinctively turned to dodge, her whole body tingling. She raised her hands with a pitiful expression, not daring to touch his burning body. "I feel dizzy," Phoebe said.

"Are you always dizzy?" Theodore asked in a hoarse voice, his sexy bass making Phoebe's legs weak.

Phoebe bit her lower lip, her expression showing a mixture of confusion and panic. She trembled as she said, "I haven't adjusted to the time difference yet."

Theodore squinted and bit her shoulder lightly. She trembled in his arms like a leaf in the wind.

He smiled. "I'll let you off for now."

With that, he stood up straight and pulled her into the bedroom. "Take a shower and sleep."

Dragging her limp body, Phoebe quickly ran into the bathroom. She was afraid that if she was a second late, she'd be devoured.

Her heart continued to pound as she closed the door.

'God, after just two days apart, why does it feel like Theodore's seductive tactics have become even more effective?' she thought.

She leaned against the wall to calm herself for a while before taking a shower.

The bathroom was more than twice the size of the guest bathroom, with a tub large enough to fit three or four people. It was even decorated with glittering gilded wallpaper. Due to physical and mental exhaustion, Phoebe filled the tub with water and lay in it to relax. But as the steam rose, she fell asleep right there in the tub.

After Theodore made a few phone calls outside, Phoebe still hadn't come out. He checked the time and noticed that forty minutes had passed.

He frowned and walked to the bathroom door, knocking. "Phoebe, it's been forty minutes. Don't stay in too long."

There was no response from inside.

Theodore's frown intensified. He pushed open the door and saw Phoebe asleep leaning against the edge of the tub, her body sliding into the water.

He quickly walked over, cradled her head to prevent her from choking, and wrapped her in a towel before carrying her out of the bathroom without using much strength. Phoebe mumbled in his arms and fell back into a deep sleep.

He tossed her onto the bed, removed the towel, and dried her off. Despite all the commotion, she didn't wake up; she was obviously exhausted.

He looked down at her. She wasn't wearing anything, her skin glowing white like a newborn, making his breath hitch.

Completely unaware, she enjoyed a deep and peaceful sleep.

"Sleeping so deeply, aren't you afraid I'll sell you off?" Theodore asked.

Theodore gritted his teeth as he pulled the blanket over her and turned to the bathroom. He stood under the shower, letting the cold water cascade over him. The late October cold made him clench his teeth. After a while, he finally managed to calm his agitation.

Theodore dried off and looked at himself in the mirror. With his perfect V-shaped torso, he couldn't even help but admire himself.

To Phoebe, this perfect man was nothing.

Theodore turned to go out and lifted the blanket to lie down. He reached out and pulled the sleeping Phoebe into his arms. Probably because of his cold body, Phoebe shivered and instinctively moved away, only to be pulled back.

She mumbled unconsciously, "Cold."

Theodore held her tightly, soothing her in a low voice by her ear. "You'll warm up soon."

Phoebe whimpered softly. Feeling the warmth return to the bed, she finally stopped complaining and fell back asleep.

The late fall nights were cool and quiet, especially on foreign streets with few people and cars. In the slums of Starfall City, a ragged man walked close to the walls. Donovan was extremely cautious, constantly looking around. Whenever he encountered a trash can, he would rummage through it, hoping to find something to eat.

He hadn't eaten for several days. There were too many poor people in the slums. If someone throw away half a loaf of bread, it could lead to a bloody fight.

A week ago, he never would have imagined he'd be reduced to fighting with homeless people over bread. He deeply regretted his choices.

He ended up like this because of a woman named Darlene Collins.

Three months ago, they met at a party. Darlene was a waitress and accidentally spilled wine on him.

In fact, it was a clumsy way to strike up a conversation, but Darlene smote Donovan.

They had sex just days after meeting. To Donovan's surprise, Darlene was a virgin. His love overflowed that he wanted to be with her every day.

They often went on dates. After a month into their relationship, Darlene mentioned she grew up in Starfall City but had never been to Las Vegas and wanted to experienced it for herself. He didn't suspect anything and took her there immediately.

It was to experience first. Once Donovan got to Vegas, Darlene egged him on for a game. He thought losing a little money wouldn't hurt and would make her happy.

When he won on his first try, Darlene was ecstatic, calling him the chosen one, a gambling god, which boosted his ego.

That night, Donovan was incredibly luck. He won a million dollars, and when he cashed in his chips, he was overjoyed.

He took Darlene to the best restaurant in Starfall City and booked the most luxurious yacht to take her out to sea. During that time, he felt like he was floating as if in a dream.

But then Darlene cried in his arms, saying her mother had a terminal illness. He couldn't remember the specifics, only that it was excruciating for her mother and required a lot of money for treatment. He believed her. Since he thought he had already won the money, he sent her $500,000.

Darlene was ecstatic and clumsily tried to please him, making him feel like the happiest man on earth. But after they got off the yacht, Darlene avoided him for a week.

When Donovan saw Darlene again, she was snuggling with a foreign man. Feeling furious, he stormed over to question her.

Darlene cried again, saying she had no choice. The treatment for her mother's illness was very costly, but she didn't want to be a burden to him. That man was wealthy and could afford her mother's treatment. His anger flared because he felt that Darlene had underestimated him. He didn't have money, but he could win it at the casino. After all, he was a gambling god.

On his second visit to the casino, he thought he would win millions again, but he lost terribly.

He lost not only his winnings but also his savings. He couldn't believe it. He hadn't lost a single bet on his first day.

Donovan blamed his bad luck and went back the next day.

Without money for chips, he stood by and placed nominal bets. He didn't expect to win nine out of ten times, regaining his confidence.

Donovan borrowed $500,000 from a casino loan shark. At first, he won tens of thousands, but it wasn't enough. His goal was to win a million dollars.