Forbidden Passion

Theodore took in her obedient appearance and a hint of a smile crept onto his lips as he placed the glasses on her face.

Just a plain pair of black-framed glasses, yet they made her look refined and innocent. The glasses added a touch of tranquility to her innocent puppy eyes behind the lenses.

Phoebe opened her eyes and found herself locking gazes with a pair of deep almond eyes. Her heart beat rapidly, and she instinctively lowered her eyelids, afraid that the close proximity might reveal her true feelings. "You look really good with glasses on," Theodore said, his eyes fixed on her as if she was a fascinating toy, with genuine interest.

Phoebe stared at her tablet and replied, "I am pretty and everything looks good on me."

Raised eyebrows of surprise appeared on Theodore's face. It was rare for him to hear Phoebe being so self-loving, but she had indeed changed quite a lot recently.

Today, she wore a cropped tank top, an oversized gray suit jacket, and white utility pants. It was both fashionable and professional, a far cry from her previous secretary's image of prim and proper.

Perhaps it was because she was constantly surrounded by young people, but all traces of old-fashionedness had disappeared from her, replaced by a lively and outgoing personality.

Seeing her transformations brought Theodore great joy. He reached out and playfully scratched her chin like a pet.

"Indeed, everything looks good on you."

He spoke with an exceptionally tender tone.

Phoebe raised her chin and slightly dodged his teasing hand, but the tingling sensation remained. Her heart pounded rapidly.

She cast a quick glance at the man next to her. If it weren't for her remaining rationality, she almost asked him whether she looked better or Vanessa did.

Luckily, she didn't ask, or it would have been an embarrassing situation for her.

The black Maybach sped through the night and soon arrived at the Reynolds Mansion. Phoebe packed up her things and got out of the car with her tote bag.

Autumn had arrived, and the night breeze carried a faint chill, especially since the Reynolds Mansion was located outside the city center, making it a few degrees colder than downtown. Theodore walked beside her and reached out to take her bag without saying a word. Phoebe hesitated for a moment and said, "I can carry it myself." Theodore didn't say anything but simply glanced at her.

That glance seemed to say that she didn't know what was good for her.

Phoebe didn't dare to say anything more and obediently followed him, entering the villa side by side.

The whole family was in the living room. Lady Reynolds was surrounded by her grandchildren, filled with joy. When they entered, she waved at Phoebe. "Phoebe, come over and let Grandma have a look at you."

Phoebe had no choice but to go over. Lady Reynolds looked her up and down before squinting her eyes and saying, "I almost didn't recognize you."

Everyone turned their gazes to Phoebe and saw her stylish and unconventional dress, her eyes shining with youth and vibrancy, completely different from her previous reserved and rigid self. Phoebe blushed and looked shyly at Lady Reynolds. "Grandma."

"Oh my, just by hearing that voice, I know it's my Phoebe. How much you have changed in just a week?" Lady Reynolds said.

The two aunts of the Reynolds family laughed nearby. "Mom, Phoebe has been getting along well with Theodore lately. He has been treating her well, just look at her rosy cheeks. She looks really good." Upon hearing this, Lady Reynolds felt even more joyous. At her age, she only wished for happiness and fulfillment for her descendants.

"That's great, Phoebe. You and Theodore should take good care of each other. Don't end up like the oldest Vanderbilt family couple who divorced right after their baby turned 100 days old."

At the mention of the Vanderbilt family, Phoebe's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly turned to look at Theodore, noticing that his smile had faded.