Forbidden Passion
Chapter 98 Silent Love

"Are you going or not?" Phoebe clenched her lips tightly and turned away. Head down, Phoebe remained silent in anger.

He was perfectly capable of abandoning her on the highway, so why was he now pretending to be a good person? Growing impatient, Theodore took a step forward when he saw her sitting still. Bending down, he immediately scooped her up in his arms.

Startled by the weightlessness, Phoebe quickly grabbed onto his collar. As he carried her briskly towards the hotel door, she became restless and ordered, "Put me down!" Theodore looked down at her and said, "Phoebe, be quiet."

Be quiet my foot! Phoebe was infuriated. Catching a whiff of a strange, sweet scent emanating from him, she struggled fiercely in his embrace. "Theodore, don't touch me with the hands that have been on other women. It disgusts me." Theodore paused; his previously expressionless face now filled with anger. "What did you say? Say it again."

Phoebe remained silent in response to the menacing gaze of the man. She admitted to herself that she was afraid; she knew the consequences of provoking Theodore.

Exhausted from her journey, from Kedora to Riaca City, Phoebe was physically drained. Even if she wanted to argue, she would wait until she regained some strength. Noticing Phoebe's nervous expression, Theodore couldn't help but sneer inwardly. This woman, indeed, only responded to force. She deserved a good scolding!

Approaching the car, the driver had already opened the back door, and Theodore tossed Phoebe inside.

With a loud thud, Phoebe landed on the backseat. Momentarily dazed, Phoebe tried to climbed out of the car, only to see Theodore already sitting next to her, and slamming the door shut.

Phoebe knelt on the seat, suddenly remembering something she had forgotten, and shouted, "My shoes!"

Theodore completely ignored her and instructed the driver to start the car. The driver didn't dare disobey his command and promptly drove away. Leaning against the seatback, Phoebe watched helplessly as the hotel grew smaller in the distance, slowly receding. Suddenly, her bottom was smacked. "Sit properly."

A surge of heat rushed from her feet to her head, exploding like fireworks. Phoebe's face instantly turned bright red, almost ready to burst. It was too embarrassing! He actually spanked her!

Phoebe wished that she could just dig a hole and hide in it. Rubbing his fingertips, tingling from the slight shock, Theodore glanced at an embarrassed curled-up Phoebe. He coughed lightly to break the awkwardness.

"How did you end up at the hotel arranged by the program team?" Feeling humiliated and resentful, Phoebe, in all her years of existence, had never been spanked by anyone, especially not by Theodore. The shame in her heart multiplied.

"I ran into Evan on the highway and came here in his chauffeur's car." Furrowing his brow, Theodore asked, "He not only gave you shoes, but also brought you to the hotel? Does he have ulterior motives?"

Phoebe looked up at him and replied, "I don't want anything from him. What does a top-tier superstar have to gain from me?"

"In that case, why would he go out of his way to be attentive and nice to you?" Theodore frowned discontentedly.

Phoebe stared at him, "Why do you always think of others as evil? Can't someone just do good deeds? Do you think everyone is like you, capable of doing such an awful thing like abandoning their wife on the highway?"