Forbidden Passion
Chapter 663 Are You in a Relationship?

"Why's it so cold in here?" Phoebe shivered. A second later, a coat landed on her shoulders.

She glanced up and saw Noah pulling his hand back. She tried to shrug off the coat, but Noah pressed her shoulder, "Keep it on, don't want you catching a cold." Phoebe gave him a helpless look and said, "Can you ask the driver to turn up the heat? It's freezing in here, and that's not good for anyone."

"I get hot easily, can't stand the heat," Noah replied.

Phoebe just rolled her eyes.

"Fine," she said, brushing Noah's hand away, "Sit down, we're gonna be late."

Noah plopped down next to her, and Alfonso instinctively moved to the front seat, telling the driver to get going.

As the car pulled away from the company, Phoebe asked Noah, "How's the script reading going? Any problems? Did you add the author on WhatsApp like I told you?" Noah had snagged a role in a big-time author's masterpiece. He was playing a male lead with a yandere personality.

Noah shook his head, "Nope."

"Add her. Getting her take on the character will help you nail the role," Phoebe said.

Noah leaned back lazily, tilting his head to look at Phoebe. His eyes traced from her long lashes, past her nose, and lingered on her rosy lips.

Noah quickly looked away, feeling a warm flutter in his chest, "Phoebe, I don't wanna add her."

Phoebe shot him a look, "Don't you like the character?"

"No," Noah frowned, "I just don't want to add another girl. I'll keep working on the character myself. Don't worry about me."

Phoebe turned to face him, the scenery outside the window blurring by.

"Are you in a relationship and worried your girlfriend will get jealous?" she asked.

"No!" Noah blurted out.

Phoebe shrugged, "It's fine if you are. Fans these days are way more chill about idols dating and getting married. As long as you're sincere and not a jerk, they'll support you."

"I'm really not in a relationship," Noah paused, sneaking a glance at her, "But if you agreed to date me, then I would immediately..."

Before he could finish, she smacked him. Phoebe pulled her hand back and said, "You've got some nerve, joking around with me."

Noah sighed inwardly.

No matter how serious he was, Phoebe always saw him as a little brother. That sense of powerlessness drained his enthusiasm.

Phoebe leaned back and said, "If you have any trouble with the script, come to me. Since you don't want to add the author, I'll just have to work a bit harder."

Noah said, "I hate to see you work hard."

Phoebe rolled her eyes at him, nestled back in her seat, and started handling emails on her phone. Noah sat sideways, sneaking glances at her.

As long as he was by Phoebe's side, he felt happy.

He didn't ask for much, just for Phoebe to stay by his side a little longer, just a little longer.

Alfonso, sitting in the front, saw Noah's admiring gaze at Phoebe in the rearview mirror and shook his head slightly.

Phoebe might not have been unaware of Noah's feelings for her; she had always avoided the topic, simply not wanting to disrupt the current balance.

Or maybe she was waiting for the right time, waiting for someone who would love Noah more purely and passionately than anyone else.

The nanny car pulled up at the entrance of Extraordinary Entertainments. As soon as the door opened, a blast of heat hit Phoebe, making her instantly feel the scorching temperature. Phoebe took off the coat Noah had draped over her, folded it neatly, and placed it on the seat. She nudged the dozing Noah, "Hey, we're here. Time to get out."

Noah blinked awake, looked around in confusion, and realized the car had stopped. He sat up straight and stretched. "How did I fall asleep?"

Phoebe patted his head, "Come on, get out of the car."

Noah climbed out, with Phoebe right behind him. As they stood on the pavement, a sleek Maybach rolled up and stopped behind their car.

Phoebe glanced over and saw Jack, the driver, quickly get out. He walked around the front and opened the rear door on the right side. A pair of long legs stepped out.

Shiny leather shoes hit the ground, and Theodore emerged, buttoning his suit with an air of elegance.

Theodore looked up, his calm eyes meeting Phoebe's, causing a momentary ripple.

Phoebe stood at the company entrance, momentarily stunned by Theodore's gaze. Then she saw him walking towards her.

Ten feet away, Theodore's pace was measured, almost casual, "Ms. Ziegler, long time no see."

Theodore stopped in front of her, his gaze steady.

Phoebe noticed his walking posture was back to normal, indicating his waist injury had mostly healed. She nodded slightly, her expression blank, "Mr. Reynolds, it's been a while."

"Thanks to you, Ms. Ziegler, the wound healed quickly." Theodore's gaze shifted slightly to Noah, who was half-blocking Phoebe.

Theodore's lips curled into a mocking smile.

Phoebe's expression remained distant, "What brings you here, Mr. Reynolds?"

"Here for a meeting. What about you, Ms. Ziegler?" Theodore's tone was light, but his gaze on Phoebe was dark and unreadable. He had truly underestimated Phoebe's ruthlessness. Since that night, Phoebe hadn't shown up in front of him.

Phoebe noticed a hint of anger in Theodore's brow. She pursed her red lips, "What a coincidence, we're here for a meeting too. I hope we're not in the same conference room as you, Mr. Reynolds?" The Reynolds Group had become the biggest sponsor of the new variety show. Theodore coming for a meeting at this time likely meant they were attending the same meeting. Theodore stared at Phoebe, something in his eyes struggling to break free, yet bound by chains.

Before Phoebe could probe further, a cheerful female voice came from behind, "Mr. Reynolds, Ms. Ziegler, please come in. It's too hot out here."

Phoebe turned to see Mary walking out in high heels. She was wearing a white suit, looking both professional and stylish.

Mary greeted them with a slight smile, shaking hands with Phoebe, and then greeting Theodore and Noah.

"Everyone's here, just waiting for you. Let's go." Mary gestured for them to enter, and Theodore indicated for the ladies to go first.

Mary linked arms with Phoebe as they walked into the lobby. A cool breeze blew, alleviating some of the heat, "Ms. Ziegler, your skin is amazing. What skincare products do you use?" Phoebe's skin was indeed in great condition, with no visible pores even up close.

"Ms. Watson, you're too kind. I'm currently using anti-aging products. My face is clearly showing signs of aging."