Forbidden Passion
Chapter 699 I Don't Have a Lover

That afternoon, the official Facebook page of "Spring Island" dropped a photo with a still from the show, and fans went wild, sharing it everywhere. Pretty soon, the post shot up to the top of the trending list.

The gossip about the two of them started to die down and eventually vanished. When Phoebe checked Facebook again, all she saw was Noah's gorgeous face in the official stills.

When Phoebe got back to the office, Lori rushed over and whispered, "Ms. Ziegler, Mr. Reynolds is here. He's in the conference room, and he looks kinda tense." Phoebe was taken aback for a moment.

Usually, when Theodore came by, he'd head straight to her office without any fuss. Now, he was waiting for her in the conference room. What was up with that? "Got it," Phoebe said, heading towards the conference room.

Phoebe stood at the conference room door. After a few seconds, she pulled herself together and pushed the door open. Theodore was sitting quietly at the oval conference table with a cup of coffee in front of him. Hearing the door, Theodore turned his head, his eyes locking onto Phoebe. His narrow eyes had a scrutinizing look, making his expression hard to read.

Phoebe walked in slowly and said with a slight smile, "What brings you here, Mr. Reynolds?"

"Did you go back to Kedora High School today?" Theodore's tone was super calm, like he was asking about the weather, giving no hint of his emotions.

Phoebe didn't want to seem like a subordinate getting scolded. She walked over, pulled out a chair, and sat down casually, saying, "Yeah, I visited my old school." "With Noah?"

Phoebe squinted her eyes and said, confused, "Who I go with isn't really your business, Mr. Reynolds. If you have time, why not spend it with your girlfriend?" "I don't have a girlfriend."

"Then why not spend time with your lover?" Phoebe threw out another question.

"I don't have a lover either."

Phoebe was speechless. After a long pause, she said, "So, Mr. Reynolds, is it fun coming here all by yourself?"

Theodore took a sip of his coffee and frowned slightly. He handed the cup over and said with a blank expression, "Could you get me a hot cup of coffee?" Phoebe stayed seated, saying, "I'm not your secretary. I don't have to serve you."

Theodore's hand paused in mid-air. He stared at Phoebe for a long time before showing a pained expression. "My stomach hurts a bit today."

Phoebe was at a loss for words.

Phoebe thought to herself, 'Drinking black coffee with a stomachache? Serves you right!'

Despite her thoughts, Phoebe took the cup and left the room.

As Phoebe's figure disappeared behind the door, Theodore's furrowed brows relaxed.

Phoebe walked into the break room and poured out the black coffee. Just as she was about to get a hot cup from the coffee machine, she remembered Theodore saying his stomach hurt. After some hesitation, Phoebe rinsed the cup, filled it with milk, and heated it in the microwave for a minute. She then returned to the conference room with the cup.

Theodore was standing by the floor-to-ceiling window, looking out at the skyscrapers.

Phoebe placed the cup on the table.

Theodore said with a beaming smile, "Your company has a great location. From here, you can see the Ferris wheel in the distance."

Phoebe was taken aback and slowly walked over to him.

By now, night had fallen, and the Ferris wheel lights were twinkling, creating a romantic vibe.

Phoebe said in surprise, "I hadn't noticed until you mentioned it."

She genuinely hadn't. Every time she was in this conference room, it was for intense meetings. She never had the chance to check out the view.

Thinking about it, Phoebe felt even more that Theodore had come here today just to stir up trouble.

She said with a hint of annoyance, "If there's nothing else, Mr. Reynolds, I'll take my leave."

Theodore turned his head to look at Phoebe. After a long silence, he nodded, letting her go.

Phoebe turned to leave. When she reached the conference room door, she realized something was off. She turned back to see Theodore still standing by the window and asked, "Aren't you leaving?" "I'll stay a bit longer," Theodore said.

Phoebe was speechless.

Since Theodore said he would stay a bit longer, Phoebe couldn't exactly kick him out. She went back to her office to tackle the backlog of documents.

Outside, the city lights began to shine, and the office gradually fell into darkness.

Phoebe turned on a desk lamp and kept working.

When she finally finished the pile of documents in front of her, she rubbed her sore neck and heard a couple of cracks from her neck joints. Phoebe sighed. The life of a career woman was truly not easy.

Suddenly, she heard a rhythmic knock on the door.

Without thinking much, Phoebe said, "Come in." The next second, the office door was pushed open from the outside.

Theodore, dressed in a black shirt and black trousers, walked from the dim light into the bright office. The light illuminated his features, still cold and aloof. Theodore walked up to Phoebe as if he were at home and placed the takeout on her desk as he said, "Hungry? Want to eat something before continuing?" Phoebe pursed her lips, about to refuse, when her stomach growled.

Her cheeks flushed and she said, "Alright, I'm actually hungry."

Phoebe pushed the documents aside and opened the paper bag. Inside were fancy food containers. Just by looking at the labels, she knew this wasn't ordinary takeout. Phoebe opened the containers to find an array of delicate snacks.

This kind of takeout was a bit too extravagant.

Phoebe swallowed and raised an eyebrow at Theodore. "Is Mr. Reynolds playing the role of a delivery man today?"

"No," Theodore's voice was low, with a faint nasal tone that was oddly sexy. "Today, I'm a feeder."

Phoebe was speechless.

If it weren't for the delicious food, she would have wanted to dump the entire takeout box on Theodore's head.

The office was very quiet, and Phoebe ate with great enjoyment.

Theodore pulled out a chair and sat across from her, resting his face on one hand and quietly watching her.

Phoebe felt a bit uncomfortable under Theodore's gaze. While chewing, she said, "Why haven't you left yet? Is our company's conference room that interesting?"

"Yes," Theodore said, not taking his eyes off her. "Is it good?"

Phoebe almost couldn't keep up with Theodore's train of thought. She swallowed the food in her mouth and said, "These are specialty snacks from a five-star restaurant. If I said they weren't good, I'd get in trouble." Theodore said with a soft smile, "I won't tell them. They won't know."