Forbidden Passion
Chapter 484 The Only One I Want to Harass is You

The two of them strolled over to the private room. Phoebe took a deep breath, psyched herself up, and then swung the door open. Inside, there were about a dozen folks, half of them barely-dressed hostesses, and the other half were some big-shot directors from different companies.

Phoebe's eyes zeroed in on Theodore. He was cozying up with a stunning woman, and they were chatting away, the woman laughing so hard she was practically shaking against his chest.

Phoebe clenched her teeth. She marched over, and one of the directors spotted her. "Is that Ms. Ziegler? Long time no see, you've become even more elegant. Theodore, you're one lucky guy," he remarked.

Phoebe ignored him and went straight to Theodore, her voice heavy. "Get up."

Theodore squinted his eyes open and, seeing Phoebe, shoved the woman off and grabbed Phoebe's wrist, pulling her into his arms.

He said, "Ms. Ziegler, have a drink with me."

Phoebe leaned against Theodore, her forehead bumping his chin. It was hard to tell who felt more pain. She caught a whiff of mixed perfumes on Theodore and frowned deeply.

She replied, "Get up, we're going home."

Theodore frowned and, in a slurred voice, said, "Home? Where's my home?"

Phoebe frowned, seeing Theodore's glazed-over eyes. She decided not to argue and tugged on his arm, saying, "Get up, we're heading back to the Imperial Apartment."

Theodore suddenly laughed. "The Imperial Apartment is my home? How's that my home? It's just a fancy cage where I keep my mistresses."

It was the first time Phoebe had heard Theodore say something like this. She was stunned for a moment, and Theodore slumped back onto the sofa, muttering to himself, "I, Theodore, keep mistresses in the Imperial Apartment. Great." Hearing Theodore's nonsense, Phoebe turned around and saw a glass of wine. Without thinking, she picked it up and splashed it on Theodore's face.

Everyone around, whether sober or not, was shocked by Phoebe's action.

Lawton couldn't stop her in time and covered his face in despair. He thought, 'Oh no, are Phoebe and Theodore going to argue in front of everyone?'

The wine splashed across Theodore's face, forming a myriad of droplets. He shut his eyes, the epitome of composure one moment, now resembling a petulant child in the midst of a tantrum.

Theodore spoke, "My eyes are blind. You owe me new eyes."

Phoebe knelt on the sofa, pulled one of Theodore's arms over her shoulder, and forcefully lifted him from the sofa, saying in a low voice, "I'll deal with you when we get home."

Only the two of them heard this, and Theodore suddenly quieted down.

Lawton quickly came over and supported Theodore's other arm. He said to the stunned directors, "Everyone, Mr. Reynolds has had too much to drink. We'll take him home first. Put tonight's bill on Mr. Reynolds' tab. Enjoy yourselves." The directors looked at each other. "Did you notice that Ms. Ziegler's vibe has changed? She doesn't seem like a mistress anymore; she seems more like a wife." "Forget it, let's drink!"

Phoebe supported Theodore as they walked out. He leaned most of his weight on her, causing her to stumble.

Phoebe knew Theodore had a dinner party tonight but didn't know they had other plans afterward. Thinking about what Theodore had said earlier, Phoebe felt a surge of anger.

Outside, it was freezing. Phoebe really wanted to throw Theodore into the snow to sober him up, but in the end, she couldn't bring herself to do it.

Phoebe and Lawton helped Theodore into the passenger seat. Lawton asked, "Mrs. Reynolds, do you want me to help you take Mr. Reynolds back to the apartment?"

Phoebe shook her head. "Nah, it's late. You should go get some rest."

Lawton observed Phoebe buckling Theodore's seatbelt and driving away, noting her evolution into a wife. He couldn't help but admire her theatrical flair with the wine splash earlier.

As soon as the car hit the road, Theodore, who had been faking being drunk in the passenger seat, couldn't wait to lean over and grope Phoebe.

Phoebe gripped the steering wheel with both hands. She hadn't expected that the supposedly drunk Theodore, who couldn't even recognize people earlier, would now have his hand inside her sweater. Theodore's hand was a bit cold, making Phoebe shiver.

She gritted her teeth. "Dear Mr. Reynolds, do you know who I am? Do you grope every girl who drives you home like this?"

If Theodore had any drunkenness left, it was sobered up by Phoebe's splash of wine. He hadn't drunk much; he just wanted to cause a scene.

"The only person I want to grope is you." Theodore leaned his head over. Despite his size, he fit perfectly on Phoebe's shoulder.

Phoebe kept her hands on the steering wheel, smoothly turning it half a circle. The car made a right turn ahead, maintaining a steady speed as it entered a side road.

Phoebe freed one hand and pulled Theodore's hand out of her sweater. "I'm driving. Behave yourself," she stated.

She vaguely felt that Theodore had been unhappy these past few days. Even though they had been harmonious that night, for some reason, he was unhappy again. But Phoebe was used to not asking, and Theodore was used to not saying.

Theodore sat back, slowly withdrawing the hand that had touched her, sniffing it, and then licking his fingers.

Phoebe was speechless. Her face suddenly burned. She thought, 'How could Theodore be so shameless?'

Theodore leaned back in his seat, yawned widely, and then said, "Phoebe, this is the first time you've come to pick me up on your own."

Phoebe was taken aback.

Theodore turned his head to her. "The first time, without me calling you, you came to pick me up on your own. I'm very happy."

At the red light ahead, Phoebe stepped on the brake and turned to Theodore. She thought carefully and realized it was indeed the first time she had come to pick him up.

In the past, when Theodore went out for social events, if he didn't take her with him, it was always Lawton who brought him back. But whenever Theodore got drunk, he had a particularly bad temper.

A horn honked behind them, and Phoebe quickly drove the car back onto the road. Her throat felt a bit dry. "You remember all that?"

Theodore looked at her well-defined profile and said, "Yeah."

Phoebe bit her lip. "Theodore, have you been unhappy these past few days?"

Theodore looked away and laughed at himself. "What do I have to be unhappy about? Phoebe, as long as you're by my side, I'm happy."

Phoebe involuntarily tightened her grip on the steering wheel. She didn't dare to think too deeply about the emotions hidden in Theodore's words, just as she never dared to guess Theodore's feelings for her. The car fell silent.

Theodore left her with that ambiguous statement and then fell asleep again. In less than ten minutes, he was snoring lightly.

The car entered the underground parking lot. Phoebe turned off the engine, unbuckled her seatbelt, and turned to the sleeping Theodore. Her heart surged with burning love.

She leaned over and left a kiss on Theodore's lips.

All of Phoebe's feelings were hidden in that kiss. Unfortunately, the deeply asleep Theodore had no idea.