Forbidden Passion
Chapter 568 Phoebe Got Drunk

Under the dim bar lights, Theodore's face looked like it was sculpted by the gods, making it hard to tear your eyes away.

Even though Cindy had seen Theodore a bunch of times, she still couldn't get over how good-looking he was. The dude was even hotter than Patrick.

If Theodore ever decided to jump into showbiz, Patrick and Evan would be yesterday's news.

"Just two drinks, I swear. The booze was just a bit too strong," Cindy said.

Theodore shrugged off his coat, took the blanket off Phoebe's shoulders, and wrapped her up in his coat before scooping her up.

Before heading out, Theodore asked Cindy, "Need a lift home?"

"Nah, I'm good. I'll hang out a bit longer. You get her home and make her some soup, or she'll be hurting tomorrow," Cindy replied.

Theodore nodded and walked out of the bar with Phoebe in his arms.

Phoebe wasn't really out cold but didn't feel like waking up. She kept her eyes shut tight, enjoying the ride in Theodore's arms, feeling like cutting loose for once.

Outside, the wind was freezing. Phoebe, feeling the chill, snuggled closer to Theodore. He glanced down at her blushed cheeks and made a beeline for the Maybach parked nearby. Jack was waiting by the car. Seeing them, he quickly opened the back door. Theodore got in with Phoebe, and the door shut, wrapping them in warmth. Jack hopped in, started the engine, and asked, "Mr. Reynolds, where to?"

"Imperial Apartment." But as soon as he said it, Phoebe, still half-drunk, mumbled, "I don't wanna go to Imperial Apartment. Take me to Golden Apartment. My mom will be worried." Theodore sighed and told Jack to head to Golden Apartment.

He carried Phoebe upstairs. Evelyn hadn't hit the sack yet. Hearing the doorbell, she opened the door and saw Theodore with a tipsy Phoebe. She was instantly pissed. "Why is Phoebe being so reckless?" she snapped, raising her hand to slap Phoebe but ended up hitting Theodore's arm instead.

Evelyn's face went pale with fear.

Theodore was a big deal, part of the Reynolds family. She couldn't believe she just hit him.

Evelyn stammered, "Theodore, did I hurt you? I just wanted to slap Phoebe. With everything going on, how could she go out drinking?"

Theodore brushed it off and carried Phoebe to her room. He laid her on the bed, took off his coat, removed her sweater, and tucked her in with a blanket.

Evelyn peeked in, still shaken from the slap. Seeing Theodore come out, she asked, "How much did Phoebe drink?"

"Not much. I'll make her some soup. It's late; you should get some rest," Theodore replied.

"Okay," Evelyn said, watching Theodore head to the kitchen. She stood there until he was out of sight, then went to her bedroom.

In the kitchen, Theodore's tall frame loomed over the counter as he patiently made the soup.

As the water boiled, he added ingredients and some vinegar, filling the kitchen with a tangy aroma.

Theodore walked into the bedroom with a bowl of soup. Phoebe was sprawled out on the bed, breathing evenly, looking like she was out cold.

He set the soup on the nightstand and gently lifted her, letting her lean against his chest.

"Phoebe, wake up. You gotta drink this soup before you crash," he said softly.

Half-asleep, Phoebe squirmed, feeling uncomfortable with his arm around her waist. She frowned and tried to lie back down.

But Theodore wasn't having it. He pulled her back up. "My head hurts. I just wanna sleep," she mumbled.

Theodore's voice was firm but gentle. "Come on, behave. Drink the soup, then you can sleep."

Phoebe frowned harder, sensing he wasn't gonna back down. She sighed and gave in.

He held the cooled soup to her lips, but the sour smell made her bury her face in his chest, refusing to drink.

Seeing her scrunch up her nose and snuggle into him, Theodore chuckled. "I know it smells bad, but you need to drink it." "I don't wanna," Phoebe whined.

Theodore couldn't help but tease her. "If you don't drink it, I'll have to force it down."

At the mention of force-feeding, Phoebe clamped her mouth shut even tighter, looking both stubborn and cute.

Theodore's heart melted a bit. He put the soup back on the nightstand. "Alright, if you really don't want to, then don't. Go to sleep." Phoebe rolled into the blanket, pulling Theodore in with her. He pulled the blanket over both of them.

The next morning, Phoebe woke up late to find Theodore gone, leaving her alone in the big bed.

She lay there, her head pounding. She stared at the familiar ceiling, trying to piece together how she got home last night but came up blank.

Her throat was killing her. She couldn't stay in bed any longer. She got up and headed to the bathroom.

Hot water poured over her, washing away the smell of booze. Her stomach felt empty, and her heart ached.

After getting cleaned up and dressed, Phoebe ran into Evelyn on her way out.

Evelyn saw Phoebe rubbing her temples, clearly hungover. She frowned. "You went out drinking, and now you're paying for it, huh?"

Phoebe walked into the living room, immediately hit by a familiar sour smell. The same smell that had been bugging her all night. She frowned. "What's that smell?"

"Theodore made you some soup. He said you'd feel awful when you woke up. I'll get you a bowl. And don't come home drunk again. Think about your family. What would the Reynolds family think if they knew you went out drinking?" Evelyn scolded as she headed to the kitchen.

Phoebe's lips moved, but she didn't say anything to upset Evelyn. Phoebe was all Evelyn had left now.

If she upset Evelyn, Evelyn might just lose the will to live.

Soon, Evelyn brought out a bowl of soup. "Drink it while it's hot. It'll settle your stomach."

Phoebe took the soup, the sour smell hitting her nose. She gritted her teeth and drank it down without a word.

She thought Theodore must have made the soup to torture her. How could any soup taste this bad?

Phoebe fumed in silence. After finishing the soup, she had a bowl of porridge, which finally settled her stomach. Then Evelyn sent her out the door, telling her to get to work.