Forbidden Passion
Chapter 390 Cat, Ollie

Phoebe and Theodore locked eyes for a moment before she looked away, focusing on the squirming kitten in her arms. "This little guy's got a lot of energy," Phoebe said. She wanted to name it Leo but knew Theodore would be upset. Theodore glanced at her and said, "Don't call it 'full of energy.""

"That sounds terrible," Phoebe shot back.

After thinking for a bit, she said, "Let's call it Ollie."

"Ollie?" Theodore repeated, liking it more each time. "Alright, Phoebe named you. You're Ollie now."

Phoebe's heart skipped a beat when Theodore called Ollie son, making her look at him. "What did you call it?"

"Son. Isn't it our son?" Theodore said seriously.

To build a bond, they needed a term of endearment. Theodore had practiced this, but he was worried he might overdo it.

Phoebe looked at chubby Ollie. "So, it'll call you Papa? That's cute."

Phoebe almost immediately accepted the idea. 'I might never have kids, so having a cat as a son isn't bad. Maybe it'll help my relationship with Theodore last longer,' she thought. Theodore smiled. "Yeah, that's nice."

Phoebe smiled, too, scratching Ollie's chin and turning him to Theodore. "Ollie, this is Papa. Be good, and don't make him mad, okay?"

Ollie seemed to understand and meowed at Theodore, dragging out the sound affectionately.

Phoebe was thrilled. "It meowed at you! It's so well-behaved."

They said cats were perceptive, and Ollie's meow melted Phoebe's heart, making her smile.

Theodore got the cat to give Phoebe a sense of belonging. Seeing her happy made him genuinely pleased.

It turned out Phoebe only smiled when she was truly happy.

Theodore said, "Let's buy some cat food and get it vaccinated. Small animals can feel uneasy in new places. After the vaccination, we'll take it home."

"Okay," Phoebe nodded.

Theodore smiled. With Ollie distracting her, she didn't resist going back to the Imperial Apartment.

As they left the market, they saw Madison arguing with a middle-aged man by the roadside. Phoebe squinted and said, "Theodore, isn't that the restaurant owner? Looks like he's arguing with Madison." Theodore had almost forgotten about Madison. Hearing Phoebe mention her, he remembered Madison was waiting outside the market.

Following Phoebe's pointing finger, he saw Madison speaking aggressively. They were too far away to hear the conversation.

Theodore handed Phoebe the car keys. "You wait in the car. I'll check it out."

"Let's go together," Phoebe said, feeling uneasy.

Even though she didn't like Madison, she was still Theodore's sister. If Madison was in trouble, Phoebe couldn't just ignore it. "Alright," Theodore said.

They hurried over to Madison.

Madison, flustered by the pestering, saw them coming and shouted, "Theodore's here! Keep bothering me, and he'll have you thrown in jail." Mason saw Theodore and Phoebe approaching, gritted his teeth, shoved some money at Madison, and quickly limped away into an alley.

"Who wants your fishy-smelling money? It's disgusting," Madison yelled, but Mason was already gone.

Theodore reached her. "What happened? What did that guy do? I'll deal with him."

Madison shoved the money into Theodore's hand. "I don't know. He said the fish at lunch wasn't to my taste and gave me money to buy something better. I told him no, but he insisted." Phoebe glanced into the alley but couldn't see Mason. Something felt off about him, but she couldn't pinpoint what.

Theodore frowned at the wad of pink bills. "I've never seen a restaurant owner give money because someone didn't like a meal."

Phoebe had enjoyed the meal, almost finishing a whole plate of fish fillets. Mason only observed that Madison wasn't eating and offered her money. Was there another underlying motive behind his actions?

"Get in the car. Don't come here alone anymore," Theodore said, worried Madison had been targeted.

"Okay," Madison replied, then heard a soft meow and saw Ollie in Phoebe's arms.

Her eyes lit up. "Theodore, did you get a cat? It's so cute. Can I hold it?"

"Its name is Ollie. It's still getting used to people and might scratch you," Theodore warned, but Madison reached out anyway.

Ollie immediately bristled and swiped at her. Theodore quickly pulled Madison away, preventing a scratch.

Still visibly shaken, Madison remarked, "Why is it so unpredictable? It really frightened me."

Phoebe moved Ollie aside. "Don't touch it randomly. It's uneasy and will attack strangers. Once it gets used to you, it won't scratch."

"Who cares about getting used to it," Madison said arrogantly, heading towards the Bentley. Phoebe's cat was just as annoying as Phoebe, daring to scratch her.

Phoebe glanced at the money in Theodore's hand. "Theodore, don't you think that restaurant owner was acting strange?"

"He was a bit strange. If he comes near Madison again, I'll break his legs," Theodore said, clearly thinking the worst.

Phoebe saw the look on his face. "I don't think he'll come back. Let's buy some cat food."

"Okay." Theodore put his arm around Phoebe's shoulder. They got in the car and drove away. Not long after, Mason appeared at the mouth of the alley, staring at the departing black Bentley.