Forbidden Passion
Chapter 630 I'm Not Interested in You

Theodore had gone through some serious changes.

Although his facial features hadn't changed at all, his demeanor had become even more unapproachable than it was two years ago. He was like a block of ice, and anyone who got close to him would be hurt by his coldness. Right now, Theodore was rocking a suit that fit him like a glove, showing off that perfect bod.

His eyes were calm and deep, not as aggressive as before, but somehow even more intense.

Phoebe froze for a sec, her fingers stiff on her phone. She looked away slowly and kept giving the address, "Yeah, the big supermarket next to the company." Theodore tilted his head, his voice cold as ice, "Where you headed? I'll give you a lift."

Phoebe gripped her phone tight, never thought she'd run into Theodore on the street like this.

She replied, "No need, my driver's on the way."

Theodore's eyes were dark and unreadable. He glanced at the gloomy sky behind her and said in a tone that brooked no argument, "Rain's coming. Get in the car." "Really, no need." Phoebe didn't want any more contact with Theodore, just like at the charity gala when they pretended not to know each other.

Theodore's gaze locked onto Phoebe, a cold smile playing on his lips, "Why are you so guarded against me? Relax, you're clearly aging, I'm not interested."

Phoebe tightened her grip on her shopping bag. Theodore was as cutting as ever, wounding her with his words.

Not wanting to stick around and definitely not wanting to share space with Theodore, Phoebe turned away just as the rain started to pour.

The heavy rain came out of nowhere.

Phoebe gritted her teeth and glared at Theodore, "Fine, I'll trouble you, Mr. Reynolds."

She went to open the passenger door, only to find a briefcase on the seat and a box of fruit on the floor. She paused.

Jack gave her an apologetic smile, "Ms. Ziegler, please sit in the back, too much stuff up front."

Phoebe closed her eyes, raindrops hitting her. She had no choice but to close the door and walk around to sit next to Theodore.

"Sorry to trouble you, to Golden Apartment," she said.

Theodore's lips curled into a sarcastic smile, "It's on the way, Ms. Ziegler, no worries. How've you been these past two years? Heard you started your own biz in Caneda and it's going great." Phoebe placed the shopping bag on her lap, like it was a shield. "Pretty good, super busy every day, life's fulfilling."

Theodore sneered, "Fulfilling, huh? That's good. No wonder you didn't wanna come back. If it weren't for those two artists from your company, you wouldn't have come back, right?"

Phoebe pressed her lips together, regretting getting into Theodore's car. Now, stuck in this tight space with him, smelling his unfamiliar cologne, it felt like the air was getting thick, making it hard to breathe. "Back then, I wasn't strong enough to protect them, so I had to leave them with reliable people. Now that I can help, of course, I came back. I grew up in Kedora, this is my hometown," Phoebe said lightly. Theodore turned to look at her, smiling, but it didn't reach his eyes, "Sounds like you got a lot of beef with me, Ms. Ziegler," he remarked.

Phoebe was caught off guard, then laughed, "Mr. Reynolds, you're overthinking it. I'm not one to blame others. If I said anything that made you uncomfortable, I apologize."

A dark light flashed in Theodore's eyes, and he chuckled, "Ms. Ziegler is so magnanimous, it makes me seem petty. But if you're truly sincere, inviting me for a meal would be a good idea."

Phoebe stiffened, not sure what Theodore was playing at. Given their current situation, they should be pretending to be strangers even if they bumped into each other on the street. But now he wanted her to treat him to a meal?

Her fingers tightened around the shopping bag, making a rustling sound that caught Theodore's attention. His gaze swept over the bag on her lap.

The bag revealed a box of durian, some small cakes, bread, drinks, and snacks.

Phoebe kept her figure in check, so it didn't look like she'd eat such high-calorie stuff. Was it for Evelyn?

Theodore remembered Evelyn never touched durian, and he'd never seen Phoebe eat it either. But he'd heard Edward liked durian.

Theodore's face darkened. He knew Edward often went to Caneda, staying for months at a time, causing the Vanderbilt family a lot of headaches.

Looked like Edward finally got what he wanted.

"You can't even treat me to a meal?" Theodore mocked.

Phoebe turned to look at him, smiled, and nodded, "Sure, Mr. Reynolds, whenever you have time, I'll definitely treat you. By the way, bring your girlfriend, I don't want her to misunderstand." Theodore's eyes flickered, "Sure."

The rain pounded on the car roof, the sky getting darker, only the street lamps casting mottled light inside.

Phoebe turned to look out the window, and the car fell into silence.

Before long, the car stopped outside Golden Apartment. The roadside was dry, the rain hadn't reached here. Phoebe said lightly, "Mr. Reynolds, I'm home now, goodbye!"

Her hand was on the door handle, and she hadn't had time to breathe a sigh of relief when she heard Theodore's cold voice behind her, "I'll have my secretary notify you when the time is set." "Alright!"

Phoebe's fingers stiffened slightly. She pushed the door open and got out. The moment the door closed, the fake expression on her face crumbled.

The pain in her heart was overwhelming. Phoebe needed all her willpower to keep her back straight and walk out of Theodore's sight with determination. They'd been divorced for two years. It was normal for Theodore to have a new relationship. Her caring so much would only make her look ridiculous. Behind her, Theodore's expression was unreadable, his gaze like a dense net, locking onto Phoebe's back.

His eyes resembled those of a hungry wolf, emitting a faint green glow, as if ready to devour Phoebe.

When Phoebe got home, Hubert, Boris, and Noomi ran over. Noomi took her bag, Boris got her slippers, and Hubert had a clear goal, struggling to take the shopping bag from her hand.

The bag was heavy, but Hubert carried it with effort to the living room, threw it on the sofa, and his chubby little hands rummaged through it, pulling out the durian. Hubert carried it to the coffee table, tore off the plastic wrap, and started stuffing it into his mouth with his bare hands.