Forbidden Passion
Chapter 477 Fierce and Passionate

Theodore rolled up to the estate super late, totally missing Madison's charred-to-a-crisp dish.

He headed upstairs but got stopped by Taylor at the second-floor corner.

"Theodore, come here for a sec," Taylor called out.

Theodore glanced up at the third floor, itching to get there.

Taylor noticed and teased with a grin, "Phoebe's just upstairs; she ain't going anywhere if you're a few minutes late. Come here, I gotta talk to you."

Theodore's face showed he wasn't thrilled, but he still walked over and followed Taylor into their room.

Taylor pointed to the couch for him to sit. Once they were both seated, Taylor started, "Christmas is coming up, and I wanna throw a party. The house has been dead lately; we need some life for the new year." "Are you sure you're up for it?" Theodore asked.

Taylor touched the back of her head where her wound had healed, though the emotional scars were still there.

"Don't underestimate me; I still got the energy for a party," she said.

Taylor paused and added, "You and Phoebe have been married for almost four years, right? This is a good chance to introduce her to everyone, so no one messes with her again." She was talking about that incident at the Grand Hotel.

Theodore had already planned to do this, but he had decided to take Phoebe on a poverty alleviation trip, which delayed things. The party had been postponed several times. Now that Taylor was organizing the party, it was way better than Lawton and the others. Theodore agreed.

"If you wanna introduce Phoebe to everyone, you need to get new outfits. There's not much time left, so take her to get a custom dress tomorrow," Taylor said. Theodore nodded. "Got it."

Seeing Theodore wasn't reluctant at all, Taylor felt relieved. She glanced at the simple ring on his finger. "That ring on your hand is pretty nice. Where'd you get it?" Theodore turned the silver ring on his finger and said, "I just picked it up at a silver shop while delivering supplies."

Theodore had this noble vibe, so even if he wore a ring bought from a street vendor for two bucks, people would think it was pricey.

Taylor heard him say he bought it casually, but his tone and expression said otherwise. It was clear he cherished the ring, which was why he wore it.

"Is it a pair? Does Phoebe have the other one?" Taylor remembered Phoebe didn't wear a ring and worried Theodore might have given the other ring to Vanessa. Theodore's tone was sweet. "Yeah."

Taylor asked, "Then why haven't I seen her wear it?"

"It didn't fit when I bought it. Her hands were frostbitten. I'll put it on her myself when her hands heal," Theodore said calmly.

Taylor noticed Phoebe's hands were still a bit swollen that evening and said, "It'd be great if her hands could fit the ring by Christmas Day. Wearing matching rings would be more convincing than any words." Theodore silently calculated that there was still a week until Christmas Day. Phoebe's hands should be healed by then. When they showed up wearing matching rings, everyone would know Phoebe was his. Thinking of this, Theodore felt a surge of happiness.

Taylor asked, "By the way, has something happened to Madison recently? She seems more sensible than before and even volunteered to cook tonight."

Even though Madison's cooking was a disaster, her filial piety is definitely commendable and deserving of applause.

Theodore remembered Madison hiring someone to crash Phoebe's car, and his face turned icy. "She messed up big time. It's good she's trying to make up for it."

"What did she do wrong?" Taylor asked, clearly worried.

Theodore didn't want to stress Taylor out, so he kept it vague. "Just some work stuff. Don't worry about it; I'll handle it."

"Theodore, don't be too hard on Madison," Taylor said.

Theodore frowned, thinking of Madison's shady actions, and his anger flared. "Mom, Madison's spoiled because of you all."

When Theodore's face darkened, even Taylor got a bit scared. She nervously asked, "What exactly did she do to make you so mad?"

"You'd better not know it. I've told her to stay home and think about what she did; she doesn't need to go to work for now." Theodore stood up. "If there's nothing else, I'm heading back to my room, good night." Taylor watched as Theodore walked out, feeling uneasy. She decided to go upstairs and ask Madison herself.

When Theodore got back to the bedroom, Phoebe had already finished her bath and was leaning against the headboard, reading a thick economics book.

Hearing the door, Phoebe looked up and saw Theodore striding in. She was a bit startled.

Theodore walked over to the bed, glanced at the book in her hand, and asked, "Can you even understand that?" Phoebe raised an eyebrow. "You're underestimating me. I graduated with a degree in economics too, you know?"

Seeing Phoebe's confidence, Theodore felt a stir in his heart. He reached out, pressed the back of her neck, and kissed her. Phoebe had to tilt her head back to meet his kiss. Phoebe half-closed her eyes. From this angle, Theodore's brows looked fierce, filled with desire. His kiss felt like he wanted to devour her. It was intense and passionate! Theodore held her face with one hand and kissed her for a long time before letting go. Seeing her slightly open mouth gasping for air, he leaned in and kissed the corner of her lips. "Keep reading; I'm gonna take a shower." Theodore's fingers brushed her neck before he stood up and walked into the bathroom.

Soon, the sound of running water came from the bathroom. Phoebe patted her flushed cheeks and looked down at her book, not moving a line for a long time.

Ten minutes later, Theodore came out of the bathroom with his hair still wet. He sat next to Phoebe with a towel. "Dry my hair for me."

Despite being seated, he towered over Phoebe.

Setting her book aside, Phoebe accepted the towel from Theodore and knelt behind him to gently dry his hair.

Since they got back from the Arctic Village, their relationship had gotten way better. She took a step towards Theodore, and he seemed willing to take ninety-nine steps towards her. "Did you go to the hospital this afternoon?" Theodore asked.

Phoebe's hands paused for a moment. She said, "Yeah, no matter what, I was the one who hit him. I wanted to check on him."

"Don't go there anymore. I've told the lawyer to handle it. We'll pay the medical bills, but there's no need to waste time on irrelevant people," Theodore said coldly.

Phoebe slowly dried Theodore's hair until it was half-dry. Suddenly, the towel was snatched from her hands.

She was stunned, and the next second, Theodore pushed her onto the bed.