Forbidden Passion
Chapter 369 Romantic Bite Marks Until Death

Phoebe was stunned. Was Theodore sending her yellow roses every day to annoy her?

"No thanks, I won't appreciate them," Phoebe said.

Theodore sighed, seeing her disinterest, and quietly continued eating breakfast.

After they finished, Phoebe started clearing the dishes, but Theodore stopped her. "I'll handle it. Just leave them in the kitchen. The housekeeper will wash them later." Phoebe watched as Theodore took the dishes to the kitchen. He soon returned and said, "Let's head to the office."

They left together, but Phoebe felt uneasy in the elevator. After a big argument, this was their first breakfast and office visit together.

How could she describe this feeling?

It was like nothing had happened last night, and everything was back to normal. No, it was even more polite than before.

Phoebe stared at her toes, thinking maybe Theodore was really afraid she'd leave him. After all, not many women were as compliant as she was.

Theodore occasionally glanced at Phoebe. Today, she wore a turtleneck, and the bite mark on her neck was barely visible under the collar.

The deep, blood-stained teeth marks showed how hard he had bitten last night.

In fact, the bite mark on Theodore's neck was even deeper. He had seen it in the mirror that morning. Phoebe had bitten down hard like she wanted to tear off that piece of flesh. But Theodore wasn't mad. Having her mark him made him happy, like wearing a wedding ring-a shared ritual.

Though they didn't have rings, these bite marks would be permanent on their bodies and souls, never fading. This was all he wanted.

They walked to the office in silence. When the elevator reached the 17th floor, they parted ways. Theodore watched Phoebe disappear before reluctantly closing the elevator doors.

As the doors closed, Theodore loosened his tie and unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt, revealing the bite mark on his neck like a badge of honor.

Carol and Lawton were waiting by the elevator. When the doors opened, and Theodore stepped out, they noticed his neck and were stunned.

Theodore walked past them into the CEO's office, exuding pride.

Carol nudged Lawton. "Did you see Theodore's neck?"

Carol gestured to her neck, shocked that the famously cold and abstinent Theodore had a bite mark.

Lawton replied, "I'm not blind."

Carol murmured, "Who would dare leave such a mark on Theodore's neck?"

Lawton thought, 'Who else but Phoebe?'

He had worried today would be tense, but it seemed his worries were unfounded.

Theodore was different today. He could have buttoned up and tied his tie to hide it, but he chose to let everyone see it!

Soon, news of the bite mark spread through the company chat group, and even the quiet members chimed in.

"Who would dare bite Theodore's neck? Aren't they afraid of him?"

"Yeah, I'm curious too."

"Do we even need to guess? It must be Phoebe from the 17th floor."

"No way, Phoebe from the 17th floor seems so gentle and soft, not that type at all."

"Case closed, it's definitely her. She has a bite mark on her neck too, and it looks like Mr. Reynolds' doing." "Damn, their love is being flaunted again."

Phoebe had no idea about the gossip in the employee chat. After the morning meeting, she called Claire into her office. Claire hadn't left yesterday, so Phoebe asked her to come in before heading to the set. She had some things to discuss. Claire brought in a bouquet of Gypsophila and placed it in a vase. "Phoebe, this flower is for you. Gypsophila is very soothing."

Phoebe smiled. "Thank you. Have a seat."

Claire sat down. "Phoebe, thanks for this great opportunity. I won't let you down."

Phoebe chuckled softly before adopting a serious tone. "Claire, seize this opportunity to the fullest. The entertainment industry evolves rapidly. There are no enduring superstars or minor talents. Your ambition will dictate your triumph." Claire nodded. "I understand, Phoebe."

Phoebe continued, "Claire, there's one more thing. For the next five years, don't get into a relationship. Focus on your career. Can you do that?"

Claire had heard that Vanessa might have fallen from the wire on purpose, choosing love over her career.

"Phoebe, don't worry. I'm not a hopeless romantic. I won't date until I become a star," Claire promised.

Phoebe smiled. "Claire, believe me, only when you're in the spotlight will you meet better people. So don't rush. Let more people see how outstanding you are."

Claire nodded vigorously. "Phoebe, thank you. I'm so lucky to have signed with Queen Entertainment and become your employee."

Phoebe encouraged, "Then cherish it and work hard!"

Claire stood up and gave Phoebe a strong hug before leaving like a warrior heading to battle.

Phoebe watched Claire leave, her vision blurring.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw John striding in. Phoebe quickly turned to sniffle, feeling emotional. "John, do you think Claire will succeed?"

"She will, Ms. Ziegler!" John answered confidently.

Phoebe nodded and walked to the window. Bathed in sunlight, she said, "I love being a director. I love creating stars, watching them go from obscurity to fame, seeing sights I never got to see. It makes me very satisfied." Her dreams had been confined, so she was eager to see others achieve theirs.

John was moved. "Ms. Ziegler, Mr. Black mentioned you'd be perfect for the role of Luna. If you want to..."

Phoebe shook her head. "I'm not suitable. Luna deserves a better actor. Let's not ruin such a good role." John said, "But..."

Phoebe interrupted, "That's enough, John. Call Noah's assistant and tell Noah to return to Kedora. He's had enough rest. It's time to get back to work."

John hesitated. "But Mr. Reynolds..."

"He won't trouble Noah anymore. Go ahead. Noah's fans are starting to forget him." Phoebe waved her hand, signaling John to get to work.

The entertainment industry changed rapidly. A star like Noah, who had a brief moment of fame, would quickly be forgotten if he stayed out of the public eye for too long.

She would never let her hard work go to waste!