Forbidden Passion
Chapter 8 Smoking is Bad for Health

Phoebe winced in pain, her eyebrows furrowing. She looked at him in bewilderment. "Why would I be dissatisfied? In theory, this is considered a promotion for me. Being the Art Director has more potential than being a secretary." She was telling the truth. The annual salary of an Art Director was several times higher than that of a secretary.

Moreover, the Art Director also received a share of the profits.

Theodore sneered and mocked, "You can see it clearly too."

"Mr. Reynolds trusts me so much, I will work diligently and not let Mr. Reynolds down."

Phoebe pretended not to detect the sarcasm in his words, quickly flattering him, doing her best not to touch his sensitive nerve.

Theodore listened to her hypocritical words and let go of his grip on her hand.

"When we return to the mansion tonight, you know what to say and what not to say, right?"

Phoebe's heart skipped a beat. Just the thought of returning to the mansion and facing Mrs. Reynolds' pressure made her stomach cramp uncontrollably.

"I know," Phoebe bit her lip. "But... wouldwouldn't it no it be good to keep hiding this from them?"

Theodore's expression darkened, and suddenly, a terrifying aura emanated from him. "If you had thought of them, you wouldn't have done such an shameless thing back then, Phoebe. Why do you think I've tolerated you for so many years?" Phoebe's face turned pale,; she had never seen such ruthless hatred before.

She knew that in his eyes, she had always been a sinner. Not only because she accidentally lost their child, but also because she brought immense humiliation to his male pride.

If killing her wasn't against the law, he probably would have wanted to tear her apart.

To seek revenge on her, he endured the disgust and entangled with her for nearly three years.

She lowered her head, forcing back the tears in her eyes, and whispered, "You don't have to endure it. Someone like me, you can treat me like a handful of sand and throw it away, isn't that better?"

"Do I need you to teach me how to do things?" Theodore's dark eyes revealed an unmistakable disgust. He leaned close to her ear and whispered like a devil.

"Phoebe, you and him disgusted me together. How could I let you both get away with it? You're thinking too highly of yourselves!"

Tears welled up unexpectedly in Phoebe's eyes, and she looked up at him. "Theodore, have you never believed intrusted me?"

Theodore lowered his gaze faintly, his curled eyelashes hiding the deep emotions in his eyes. He stared at her slender neck, and there was a certain...

In an instant, he really wanted to strangle her neck.

This woman made him live as a joke.

"I only trustbelieve in my own eyes!" he asserted decisively.

Phoebe left felt awkwardly, feeling as if her heart had been pierced by a big holestake. If she hadn't attended the class reunion that day, hadn't had that drink...

But if only ifs mattered, the deed had already been done. No matter how many times she regretted it, it wouldn't change anything. She and Theodore could never return to their peaceful times before. "Why do you have to do this to yourself again?"

His pale moonlight was coming back. Since he had already cleared a place by his side, why not just turn her into his ex-wife?

Had his hatred for her surpassed his love for Vanessa?

What did she do to deserve it? How was she able to make him, a cold-blooded demon, imprison himself by her side, just to tormenting each other?

Theodore gripped her chin and with each word, he tore at her heart and lungs like a blunt knife, "Because you, as a scum man and an evil woman, are not worthy of happiness!"

Phoebe sobbed, her tears falling faster.

"Stop crying!" Theodore commanded, applying more pressure to her chin. His gaze turned as cold as a knife. "I'm not dead yet, I don't need your mourning."

Phoebe was frightened, her tears circling in her eyes, but she dared not let a drop fall. The man's sinister expression filled her with fear, and she couldn't help but hiccup.

Theodore looked at her fear of himself in her eyes, feeling annoyed and restless. He abruptly released his grip, striding out of the elevator.

Phoebe quickly wiped away her tears, hurrying to catch up.

Theodore was in a terrible mood today. It was evident from the way he couldn't go without a cigarette since he got in the car. The driver in the front occasionally glanced at the rearview mirror.

"Young Master, smoking is harmful to your health. Smoke less, or when you return and the Madam smells it, she'll scold you again." Old Dave, the driver, was a long-time member of the Reynolds family, and Theodore usually respected him. If it were someone else, they wouldn't dare speak to him.

Theodore sat in the back seat, blowing smoke, feeling greatly annoyed, especially when the person who bothered him sat next to him.

He glanced at her from the corner of his eye. Phoebe hunched by the car door, avoiding him as if he were a snake or scorpion.

Was he really that terrifying?

"Old Dave, it's fine. I won't die." Theodore said indifferently.

"Tsk tsk, you young people don't know what to avoid. You always bring up life and death too lightly. Young Madam, please persuade the Young Master." Old Dave couldn't persuade him, so he involved Phoebe. Phoebe looked at Theodore fearfully and stammered, "You... You should smoke less. It's not good for your health."

Theodore was accustomed to doing things his own way, especially enjoying contradicting her. When Old Dave asked her to persuade him to smoke less, he was essentially forcing him to treat himself like a chimney. She thought he wouldn't listen to her and would mock her, telling her not to meddle in his business. But she didn't expect him to actually listen obediently, extinguishing his cigarette iagainst the In the aAshtray.

Phoebe was perplexed and speechless.: "......"

How terrifying!

When did he start listening to her?

Phoebe stared at him in a daze and suddenly saw him smile. Her heart grew even more anxious. With a cold smile on his face, he would surely bring bad luck to someone again. And that person was definitely her.

Phoebe curled up, trembling with fear. Suddenly, she heard a cold snort from the man beside her, "We're here, get out of the car."

Only then did Phoebe realize that the car had already stopped at the Reynolds family's estate. She quickly got out of the car and followed Theodore towards the villa.

Mrs. Reynolds came out to greet them, wrinkling her nose at the strong smell of smoke on Theodore. She looked at him with disgust and said, "Why is the smell of smoke so strong?" "Just had one," Theodore said casually.

"Didn't I tell you to quit smoking?" Mrs. Reynolds said displeasedly. "Christian and his wife quit smoking and drinking before trying for a baby, just look at how beautiful and healthy Benjamintheir child turned out."

Theodore couldn't stand the name "Benjamin" and furrowed his brow, resembling a river character.expressing his annoyance. "Since you like him so much, why not adopt Benjamin?"

"I want to, but would they allow it?" Mrs. Reynolds got angry and slapped his back hard. The sound of the crisp slap was enough to make one feel the pain. "Besides, how can other people's grandsons be as precious as one's own?"

As she spoke, she looked at Phoebe who was standing behind Theodore. "I heard you went to the hospital for a checkup last night, how did it go?"

Phoebe's heart skipped a beat. She instinctively looked at Theodore and saw him looking at her, his gaze filled with coercion. She stammered, "It, it went fine."

She didn't want to lie to Mrs. Reynolds, but if she dared to tell the truth, Theodore would definitely strangle her decisively the moment they stepped out of this door.

Mrs. Reynolds had no suspicions and said, "That's good. Today, I asked the doctor to prescribe some medicine for you to treat infertility. You must drink it after dinner." Phoebe bit her lip. As she passed by Theodore, she instinctively glanced at him. Theodore was staring at her expressionlessly.

His gaze had an indescribable strangeness, as if saying: Phoebe, the lie has been told, now you better enjoy the consequences of lying.