Forbidden Passion
Chapter 99 Deals and Harmonies.

Theodore's heart trembled when he heard her say "wife," and then sank even further when she called him a "bastard."

"Who was yelling and wanted to get off the car to an extent of threatening to jump if the car was not stopped?" Phoebe replied, "I..."

Theodore raised an eyebrow, calmly waiting for her explanation. Phoebe hesitated for a while and earnestly contemplated. It seemed that she insisted on getting off the car, but only because he threw her shoes out. "Regardless, it was your fault. Couldn't you have coaxed me not to get off? I hadn't even stood firm, and I heard you telling the driver to move," Phoebe said with growing unease. The driver in the front seat remained silent.

The couple settled their scores right in front of him. It was truly unfair, like setting fire to a city tower and affecting innocent bystanders.

Seeing the tears welling up in her eyes, Theodore reluctantly took a step back and said, "Well, it was my fault. I shouldn't have left you like that."

"You!" Phoebe looked at him in disbelief. Did she mishear? Did he actually admit his mistake?

Theodore continued, "In the future, don't throw a fit on the highway. It's too dangerous. If anything happens to you, how can I explain it to your mother?"

"My mom won't blame you," Phoebe lowered her head, her ears turning red. She nervously twisted her hands. Heavens, she couldn't believe her ears. The "big pig hoof" speaking to her so gently; It felt like a dream.

"I would blame myself," Theodore reached out and brushed her hair that had fallen onto her cheek. "Don't make me worry anymore, alright?"

Phoebe's heart melted at his "alright." She realized that she was weak-minded. She knew how to hold a grudge over minor things, but just a few hours ago, he had angered her so much that she didn't want to have anything to do with him. Yet, now, after hearing a few words of tenderness from him, she couldn't help but forgive him.

"Well, then you can't just casually throw away my things anymore," Phoebe took the opportunity to set three rules.

Theodore furrowed his brows and didn't want to spoil the hard-won harmonious atmosphere. He said, "Then you can't accept gifts from other men casually either."

Phoebe said, "Deal!" In fact, if it weren't for her high-heeled shoes causing blisters, she wouldn't have accepted Evan's gift. She didn't even have the courage to thank him properly in the nanny's car, fearing that he would ask why she wasn't wearing them, and she wouldn't know how to respond.

But, was Theodore's possessiveness too strong? He actually got angry when Evan gave her a pair of shoes. So petty.

The two returned to the hotel villa, where the lights downstairs were still on. Theodore carried Phoebe inside and saw Vanessa running towards them in a hurry. Vanessa's face turned extremely pale at the sight of Phoebe. "Theodore... You're back," Vanessa said.

Theodore didn't even look at her, carrying Phoebe straight into the living room. "It's so late, why aren't you asleep?"

"I couldn't sleep without you," Vanessa followed him with longing eyes. She saw him place Phoebe on the sofa before heading to the bathroom on the first floor.

Standing by the sofa, Vanessa heard the sound of rushing water coming from the bathroom. She couldn't help but feel a sense of discontent and said, "Why did Miss Ziegler come too?"

Phoebe tilted her head and glanced at Vanessa, completely unaware of her earlier words, "I couldn't sleep without you," as if they were the most intimate of lovers. He came home late and she was worried, so she had been waiting for him. "You are my artist. If you had lost contact and I didn't, come to check on you, your fans would blame me for being heartless," Phoebe said.

Vanessa glanced in the direction of the bathroom, where the semi-frosted glass reflected the tall figure of a man. She leaned against the sofa, slowly bending over.

"Phoebe, do you know what Theodore and I were doing before he left?" Vanessa's voice was soft but venomous, like a snake hissing.

As Phoebe got closer, she caught a whiff of the perfume on Vanessa's body, the same one she had smelled on Theodore earlier. It was sweet and nauseating.