Forbidden Passion

Theodore's tone was very affectionate, making anyone who heard it think they had a close relationship. Milton glanced at him, a slight smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

Harper looked at Phoebe and saw a hint of awkwardness on her face. He wanted to ask something but ended up saying nothing.

Milton's car arrived first. Milton opened the back seat, and Harper turned to Phoebe, saying, "Ms. Ziegler, see you tomorrow!" Phoebe smiled and said, "Mr. Ziegler, see you tomorrow."noveldrama

Harper got into the car, and Milton closed the door. He looked back at Phoebe and said lightly, "Phoebe, I'll message you later." Phoebe said politely, "Okay."

Milton left this ambiguous remark and got into the car. The black sedan drove away, slowly disappearing into the night.

Inside the car, Harper gazed out the window at the rapidly passing street scenes. It had been over twenty years since he last set foot in his homeland. The streets were now broader, new buildings stood where old ones once did, and the place felt almost unrecognizable to him.

Milton glanced at the rearview mirror and asked, "Mr. Ziegler, where would you like to go tomorrow? I can ask Phoebe to accompany you."

Harper withdrew his gaze and said coldly, "I don't have any particular place in mind. Let her arrange it as she sees fit."

"Alright."

Harper paused, thinking of Theodore, and frowned again, "Didn't you say Phoebe and Theodore were divorced? Why are they still entangled?"

Milton replied, "That's because they previously adopted a cat."

Harper understood and snorted coldly, "Rich people's tricks, trying to use a cat to tie Phoebe down. Do they think she's that cheap?"

Milton thought to himself that Harper probably didn't understand Phoebe well. She was someone who valued emotions and commitments. Since they adopted the cat, as long as it was alive, it would always be an excuse for Theodore to approach Phoebe.

Milton said in a polite tone, "Have you thought about acknowledging her this time back in Kedora?"

Harper leaned back in his seat, looking somewhat weary. After a long while, he said coldly, "Let's wait a bit longer."

Hearing Harper's words, Milton turned back and saw Harper leaning back with his eyes closed, resting. He withdrew his gaze and took out his phone to message Phoebe.

Phoebe and Theodore sat in the back seat, with Jack driving. The car was silent. Phoebe turned her head to look out the window. The streetlights cast intermittent light inside the car.

Theodore, having had some drinks, loosened his tie as soon as he got in the car, unbuttoning two buttons at the collar. The tie hung loosely around his neck, giving him a roguish look. Theodore tilted his head, looking at Phoebe's profile, and reached out his hand, lightly placing it on the back of her hand.

Phoebe was startled by his action and immediately tried to pull her hand back. Theodore was faster, grabbing her hand tightly, not letting her escape.

"Don't move!" Theodore's voice was hoarse, with a strong scent of alcohol, somewhat intoxicating.

Phoebe turned to look at him, her brows slightly furrowed as she said, "Mr. Reynolds, are you pretending to be drunk in front of me? You know I don't fall for that."

Theodore's gaze was deep and aggressive as he said, "I'm not pretending to be drunk. I just want to hold your hand."

Phoebe couldn't withstand Theodore's gaze. She tried to pull her hand back but couldn't break free from his grip, so she gave up.

Theodore suddenly asked, "How did you meet Mr. Ziegler from the GM Group?"

Phoebe said, "You might not believe it, but I met him for the first time tonight. He's a respectable elder."

Except for the strong sense of distance, Harper gave her when she first entered the tea room, she later found out he was actually quite approachable and treated her kindly. Hearing Phoebe call him an elder, Theodore laughed, gently rubbing her fingertip, saying, "His last name is Ziegler, what a coincidence."

Phoebe turned her head to look at him. The light in the car was dim, and she couldn't see his expression clearly.

Phoebe said, "What's so special about the last name Ziegler? There are plenty of wealthy people with that last name in the world."

Seeing Phoebe's indifferent attitude, Theodore said with a smile, "Maybe you were family once."

Phoebe was speechless.

Theodore thought of Harper telling Phoebe they'd see each other tomorrow, feeling full of jealousy. Harper was an elder, but Milton was not.

If Harper appreciated Phoebe's abilities and wanted to match her with Milton, it wasn't impossible.

The more Theodore thought about it, the angrier he got. He pulled Phoebe's hand over and bit her finger in frustration, saying, "Why are you so likable?"

Phoebe was genuinely shocked, her finger feeling like it had been electrified. A tingling sensation spread from her fingertip throughout her body, making her scalp tingle. Phoebe quickly pulled her hand back, glaring at him warily, saying, "Stop!"

Before she could finish her sentence, Theodore's warm hand grasped her wrist. She looked down, and Theodore leaned slightly forward to get out of the car.

Theodore's collar was slightly open, and there was a shadow on the right side of his collarbone. The shape looked oddly familiar. Just as she was about to take a closer look, Theodore stood up straight, and his collar fell back, covering the collarbone.

Phoebe stared at Theodore's collarbone, puzzled.

Phoebe thought to herself, 'Is it my imagination, or Is it just a shadow? Why do I feel like Theodore has a tattoo on his collarbone?'

Phoebe wanted to pull Theodore's collar open to see what it was.

Noticing her gaze on his collarbone, Theodore raised an eyebrow and said, "What's wrong? Looking at me like that, I'll think you want something."

Phoebe, embarrassed and angry, shook off his hand and turned to walk into the building. The sound of her high heels on the floor was crisp like she was venting her anger.

Theodore watched her slender back, adjusted his collar to cover the bite mark on his collarbone, and then slowly walked in.

Back at the apartment, Ollie was curled up in the cat house. Hearing the noise, it poked its head out to look and then shrank back.

Theodore came home this late every day, and it was used to it.

Theodore opened the door and said to Phoebe, who was standing outside, "Come in. Ollie should still be awake. I'll go check on it."

Ollie sensed something was different. It stretched its neck to look out and saw a familiar figure. It immediately stood up and gracefully leaped to Phoebe's side.

Ollie meowed softly, acting cute.

Phoebe changed her shoes at the door and went in. Ollie circled around her, its voice soft and sticky, making Phoebe's heart melt.