Forbidden Passion
Chapter 688 Everything Exists in Dreams

In front of the elevator, Theodore had Ollie in one arm and a cat toy in the other, looking all fancy and out of place. He watched the elevator doors close, his fingers twitching a bit. He kept wanting to ask Phoebe if she could come up and hang out for a bit.

But in the end, he bit his tongue. He had to be patient; he couldn't mess up the trust Phoebe had started to give him again.

A creaking sound snapped Theodore back to reality. He saw a red Ferrari pull up in front of him, and his brows knitted together.

With a blank face, Theodore asked, "What are you doing here?"

Sandra could tell he wasn't thrilled to see her, but she was used to it after two years.

She got out of the car and stood in front of him, all poised. "I just got back from abroad and came to see you right away. If you're this cold, I'll be hurt."

Theodore ignored her and walked towards the elevator with Ollie.

Sandra hurried to catch up. "Theodore, I heard you're going to the fashion gala tomorrow night. How about I go with you?"

"No need, I have a date," Theodore shot back.

Sandra's brows furrowed. She had rushed back just to go to the gala with him. Who had beaten her to it?

Standing next to him, waiting for the elevator, she asked, "Is it Miss Fitzroy?"

Theodore, still blank-faced, said, "No."

"Then who?" Sandra's mind raced. She looked up at him. "Don't tell me it's Ms. Ziegler."

Theodore didn't hide anything. "Sandra, stop coming around. I don't want any misunderstandings."

Sandra sneered, "You weren't this cold when you slept with me, Theodore. Have you forgotten how that night..."

"Shut up!" Theodore snapped, "That was an accident!"

Two years ago, he had gone to a banquet on the west side of the city. Feeling unwell, he had someone get him a presidential suite to rest.

But then it felt like he was burning up. By the time he realized something was wrong, he was already drugged and out of it.

He heard someone opening the door. He opened it, planning to knock out whoever came in, but instead, he got tackled.

It was chaos. He grabbed the woman's neck, demanding to know who sent her, but then he caught a familiar scent.

That scent brought back all sorts of memories, both painful and sweet, messing with his head.

He thought of how Phoebe had left him without looking back. In a frenzy, he took it out on the woman beneath him.

Sandra's lips curled. "Accident or not, you slept with me, so you have to take responsibility, Theodore. You can't just walk away."

Theodore sneered, "It was just an adult game. Ms. Ramirez, surely you can handle that?"

"You!"

Sandra hadn't expected him to deny everything. For the past two years, she had him under her thumb.

She said angrily, "Theodore, you weren't this resistant to me before. Let me guess, your sudden change of heart has something to do with Phoebe coming back, doesn't it?"

Theodore's brow twitched. "Don't act like I ever had feelings for you."

Sandra gritted her teeth. If she hadn't shamelessly clung to Theodore over the past two years, he probably wouldn't even remember who she was.

"It doesn't matter. I wasn't after your love anyway," Sandra suppressed the love-hate feelings she had for Theodore. "But if Phoebe finds out that you hooked up with me right after your divorce, do you think she'll forgive you?" "Sandra!" Theodore's voice was filled with murderous intent and fury.

But Sandra didn't care at all. Looking at his cold, angry eyes, she said, "Theodore, stop struggling. You can't escape my grasp."

With that, Sandra made a gesture of opening and closing her hand, looking both proud and arrogant.

Theodore sneered, "Looks like the Ramirez Group wants to go bankrupt."

Did Sandra really think he couldn't deal with her?

Sandra's expression changed, but she quickly shrugged it off and said, "Whatever, the Ramirez Group has nothing to do with me. But if I marry you, I'll be the most prestigious woman in Kedora."

The elevator opened in front of them. Theodore strode in, mocking Sandra who stood outside, saying, "Go home and sleep. In your dreams, you can have anything."

Sandra was almost furious. She watched the elevator doors slowly close, kicking them in anger.

The elevator shook, and Ollie bared its teeth in Theodore's arms.

Theodore stood still as a mountain, thinking about what Sandra had just said, a shadow passing through his eyes.

Jack dropped Phoebe off outside Lakeview Estates, watching her enter the upscale neighborhood before turning the car around.

Jack dialed Theodore's number.

At that moment, Theodore was in the kitchen making fish for Ollie. Wearing an apron, he held a spatula in one hand and said, "Is she there?"

"Yes, Mr. Reynolds. Ms. Ziegler's new home is in Lakeview Estates. She didn't let me in, so I don't know which villa she's in," Jack said.

Theodore flipped the fish, the firelight reflecting in his deep eyes. His voice was cold. "It doesn't matter."

After hanging up, Theodore tossed the phone onto the counter.

Ollie was squatting there, playing with its tail, occasionally stretching its neck to peek into the pot, waiting for its fish.

Theodore turned off the heat, plated the fish into a cat dish, and placed it in front of Ollie with his well-defined hand.

Ollie immediately abandoned its tail, placing a paw on the fish's head and began eating. The golden, crispy fish meat went into its mouth, leaving neatly arranged fish bones. Theodore stood by, watching Ollie eat. After a while, he picked up his phone and made a call.

"Lawton, send a set of formal wear to Superstar Entertainment tomorrow morning."

The next morning.

When Phoebe arrived at the office, she found the open-plan area empty.

She frowned, hearing exclamations from her office.

Phoebe walked over to find everyone crowded at her office door, looking at something curiously.

Phoebe cleared her throat and said with a playful tone, "Slacking off in front of me, you guys are getting bolder."

Everyone turned at the sound of Phoebe's voice. Seeing her standing behind them, they muttered and scattered, saying, "We'll get back to work."

Phoebe rubbed her forehead and walked into her office, only to see a dress hanging on a rack inside.

Phoebe squinted and thought to herself, 'Who sent this?'