Forbidden Passion
Chapter 525 You're Someone Who Enjoys Nightlife

Phoebe hopped back in the car, and there was Theodore, kicked back and looking half-asleep. He cracked an eye open. "Back already?" He'd braced himself for a two-hour wait.

Phoebe saw how beat Theodore looked and said, "You look wiped. How about I drive and you catch some Z's in the back?"

"Aw, you worried about me?" Theodore's eyes twinkled with a smirk.

Phoebe shot back, "Not even a little."

"Liar." Theodore suddenly leaned in close.

Phoebe was hit with a cool minty scent. She eyed him suspiciously, "What are you up to?"

"Nothing," Theodore said, his hand sliding to the back of her neck, pulling her closer. His warm breath tickled her ear as he whispered, "If you're worried about me being tired, we could do something... exciting to wake me up." Exciting?

What kind of exciting?

Phoebe caught Theodore's mischievous grin out of the corner of her eye. Her heart started racing. She quickly slapped her cold hand on his neck.

The sudden chill made Theodore jerk back. It wasn't just the cold; his neck was super sensitive.

Theodore had a fear of people touching his neck.

Phoebe was surprised. "Is my hand really that cold?"

Theodore's reaction was intense, his neck and ears turning bright red. It felt like a jolt of electricity had zapped through him, leaving a tingling sensation. He rubbed his Adam's apple, his eyes suddenly filled with a strange desire.

Theodore said, "No, I'm just afraid of people touching my neck."

Phoebe was speechless.

Suddenly, she remembered the night they hooked up in Arotic Village. No wonder he got so worked up when she kissed his Adam's apple back then. Phoebe's cheeks burned, and she couldn't meet Theodore's eyes. She felt like she was on fire. She fanned herself. "It's kinda hot in here." Theodore glanced at her without a word. He leaned back and buckled his seatbelt. "Let's head home."

Phoebe stared out at the snow, wishing she could bury her overheating brain in it to cool down.

They didn't say much on the drive back.

The streets were dead at midnight, just a few cars zooming by. The road was clear, and what usually took forty minutes, Theodore managed in twenty. Phoebe followed Theodore inside. As soon as the door shut, Theodore lifted her onto the shoe cabinet. She blinked, still processing, when Theodore kissed her.

Their lips and teeth clashed, and Phoebe's heart pounded so hard she thought it might explode.

So Theodore had been holding back the whole ride home.

Phoebe's mind was a blur. Trapped between Theodore and the shoe cabinet, she turned her head and saw Ollie's bright eyes in the dark.

She felt a wave of embarrassment.

Phoebe mumbled, "Theodore, Ollie."

"Focus." Theodore turned her face back. His kiss was so intense Phoebe felt like she couldn't breathe. She leaned back to escape, but Theodore grabbed her neck and pulled her back. In the hazy suffocation, Phoebe realized Theodore had driven so fast not to sleep but because he wanted her.

By the time Theodore carried Phoebe to the bedroom, she was completely spent, feeling numb all over.

Phoebe's mind was too foggy to function, and she passed out almost as soon as her head hit the pillow.

Theodore sat by the bed, listening to her steady breathing. He leaned down and kissed her red lips before getting up to take a shower.

Not long after, he came out of the bathroom, lifted the covers, and lay down beside Phoebe. His phone lit up, and he picked it up to unlock it.

There was a text message from an unknown number.[We've hooked the big one, now we wait for the good news.]

Theodore's lips curled into a smile. He deleted the message, placed the phone back on the nightstand, turned off the light, and held Phoebe as he fell asleep. The next day, in the CEO's office area.

Phoebe went to get some documents from Carol. She kept yawning, which made Carol yawn, too. "Ms. Ziegler, didn't you sleep well last night?"

Phoebe wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes. "I went to bed at three in the morning and got up at seven. I could fall asleep standing up right now."

"Got it." Carol gave a knowing smile. "You're someone who enjoys nightlife, so going to bed at three is normal."

Phoebe blushed and glared at Carol. "Don't overthink it. We went to Horizon Wellness Hospital last night and didn't get home until 12:30."

Carol teased, "So, from 12:30 to 3 AM, Mr. Reynolds has quite the impressive sexual prowess.."

Phoebe was speechless.

The more she explained, the worse it sounded. Phoebe decided to ignore Carol and took the documents with her.

Phoebe brought the documents into the CEO's office. Theodore had just finished a call. She walked over and placed the documents in front of him. "These are from the planning department." "Just leave them here." Theodore looked up at Phoebe and saw her red, tear-filled eyes. He said gently, "Are you sleepy? Do you want to take a nap in the lounge?" "No." Before she could finish, Phoebe yawned.

Theodore saw that Phoebe was so tired she could barely keep her eyes open. He got up, walked around the desk, and put an arm around her shoulders, guiding her to the lounge. "You only slept for four hours last night. Don't push yourself. Take a nap, and I'll wake you up at noon."

'It's your fault I only got four hours of sleep,' Phoebe grumbled internally as he led her to the lounge. He pressed her shoulders down onto the bed.

"Do you want me to help you undress?" Theodore pretended to help Phoebe undress.

Phoebe shook her head frantically. "I'll do it myself."

"Alright." Theodore straightened up and watched her leisurely. Phoebe quickly glanced at him, kicked off her shoes, and sat on the bed, taking off her blazer.

Theodore took it and hung it on the coat rack. When he turned back, Phoebe was already under the covers.

The blanket almost covered Phoebe's entire face, leaving only her clear, bright eyes visible. Theodore was momentarily stunned; it was Phoebe's eyes that had captivated him back then. Theodore leaned down, one hand on the edge of the bed and the other on Phoebe's pillow, his palm sinking into it. He kissed her eyelids. "Sleep."

"Okay." Phoebe's heart fluttered, and she obediently closed her eyes.

Theodore tucked the blanket around her, stood there for a moment, and then turned to leave.

Phoebe slowly opened her eyes, watching the lounge door close and Theodore's tall figure disappear. She closed her eyes again. What should she do?

She really loved Theodore!

When Theodore kissed her just now, she almost couldn't help but ask if he liked her. Fortunately, her rationality returned in time.

She was actually very afraid of indulging in wishful thinking. So even though she felt Theodore's affection, she didn't dare to ask, fearing the answer would disappoint her.