Forbidden Passion
Chapter 685 The Sense of a Family of Three

Theodore shut his eyes, his Adam's apple bobbing as he fought back the urge and calmly switched on the hairdryer. He blew warm air on his hand a couple of times, then casually lifted Phoebe's hair and started drying it with care. His warm, slender fingers brushed her scalp, sending a shiver down her spine.

Phoebe felt a tingle and instinctively straightened up.

With a playful tone, she asked, "Mr. Reynolds, how much do you charge for a hair-drying session?"

Theodore paused for a second.

Then, with a bright smile, he said, "First one's on the house."

Phoebe closed her eyes to avoid the tickle of hair strands on her face. With her eyes shut, her other senses kicked in.

She could feel Theodore's warm fingertips lightly grazing her scalp, causing a slight tingle.

Trying to distract herself, she asked casually, "Mr. Reynolds, you seem pretty good at this. Do you often blow-dry women's hair?"

"Yeah." Theodore replied nonchalantly.

Back in the day, after their intimate moments, Phoebe would often pass out, and her hair would get wet in the bath. He'd always dry it for her.

Phoebe felt a weird pang in her chest and said, "She must be pretty lucky then."

Theodore said, "I'm the lucky one."

Phoebe stayed quiet until the hairdryer stopped. She opened her eyes to see Theodore unplugging it.

"You didn't come here just to play hairdresser, did you?"

Theodore put away the hairdryer and sat next to her. "There's a banquet tomorrow night. I want you to be my date."

Phoebe raised an eyebrow. "Mr. Reynolds, I thought you had plenty of female companions. Is Miss Fitzroy not charming enough, or is Ms. Ramirez not sweet enough? Aren't you worried about losing face by asking me?" Theodore's eyes twinkled with a hint of a smile. "I never knew you held grudges."

"That's because you're not very observant."

Theodore turned to her, narrowing his eyes. "The editors-in-chief of the big four magazines will be there. It's a rare chance for you to meet them."

Phoebe's eyes lit up. Meeting those editors could really boost her fashion career.

Phoebe pouted, "Why didn't you say so earlier? I'm in."

Theodore's lips curved slightly. "Are you off work?"

Phoebe had nothing planned for the afternoon and had intended to go to the gym. She looked at Theodore, saying, "If there's nothing else, I can leave." "Ollie is downstairs. Could you come with me to the pet hospital? He needs his shots," Theodore said gently.

Phoebe had been thinking about Ollie since she last saw him at Imperial Apartment. "Why didn't you bring him up?"

Theodore replied, "He'd disturb your work."

Phoebe stood up, packed her laptop, and urged him, "Let's go. I haven't seen him in ages. He's probably put on some weight."

Theodore noticed her excitement, got up from the sofa, and with a few long strides, reached her and took her bag.

Phoebe was speechless.

She quipped, "I can't afford to tip you, Mr. Reynolds."

"No worries, my services are on the house."

They walked out of the office side by side, passing through the open office area. Employees craned their necks to see Theodore carrying Phoebe's bag, and everyone was internally freaking out. Once they got into the elevator, someone couldn't hold back anymore.

"Mr. Reynolds is so sweet to our Ms. Ziegler, drying her hair and carrying her bag."

"I just saw Mr. Reynolds smile at Ms. Ziegler. It was such a loving smile."

"Their romantic vibes are off the charts!"

Phoebe stood in the elevator, hearing the overly enthusiastic chatter from the office area. She glanced at Theodore beside her and awkwardly rubbed her nose, saying, "They're usually quite composed." Theodore chuckled, "I can see that entertainment company employees are quite lively."

Phoebe closed her eyes briefly and thought, 'Forget it, he can think whatever he wants.'

The elevator reached the first floor, and they walked out. The sun was shining brightly outside, casting light on a sleek, luxurious black Maybach.

Jack saw them coming and quickly opened the back door. A golden blur leaped out of the car.

Phoebe instinctively reached out to catch him. Ollie landed in her arms, and she almost didn't catch him.

She petted Ollie's fluffy head, saying, "Ollie, you really need to lose some weight."

Ollie's cat face turned fierce, waving his front paws to teach the person who called him fat a lesson. But seeing Phoebe, he lost his temper, whimpered, and obediently curled up in her arms. Theodore had told him before he left that if he behaved well, he would be rewarded with a cat food tin in the evening.

Theodore was satisfied. He placed his hand on the car door, "Get in."

Phoebe, holding the obedient Ollie, got into the car. She scooted over, and the car sank slightly as Theodore sat beside her.

Jack closed the door, quickly got in, and drove off.

Jack glanced at the rearview mirror. Phoebe was scratching Ollie's chin, and Ollie was half-closing his eyes in enjoyment, while Theodore watched them with a gentle expression.

It looked like a cozy family of three, a scene Jack hadn't seen in almost three years.

Seeing such a warm scene again, Jack felt his eyes well up, "Mrs. Reynolds, you don't know how Mr. Reynolds forgot how to smile during those two years."

Phoebe was stunned. She quickly glanced at Theodore, then lowered her eyes to look at the lazy Ollie in her arms, "Jack, call me Ms. Ziegler from now on. I'm no longer Mrs. Reynolds." Hearing this, the light in Theodore's eyes dimmed. He warned lightly, "Jack, if you make that mistake again, I'll dock your pay."

"Sorry, it won't happen again," Jack said fearfully.

Jack had thought Theodore and Phoebe had reconciled when he saw them walking out of the company together.

Seeing Phoebe's attitude now, Jack couldn't help but feel sympathy for Theodore.

Mr. Reynolds had a long way to go to win back Phoebe!