Chapter 883 Venting Her Anger
Theodore walked up behind her, placing one hand on her shoulder and the other under her knees, lifting her effortlessly.
Phoebe let out a startled yelp, quickly wrapping her arms around his neck, terrified of falling.
It wasn't until she regained her composure that she noticed all the employees in the open office area staring at them.
Their curious and gossipy expressions made her feel incredibly embarrassed.
Leaning against Theodore's strong arms, she whispered urgently, "Put me down. Everyone's watching. How am I supposed to manage them if they see me like this?"
Theodore, unfazed, carried her through the office area and headed towards her office.
The employees craned their necks, watching the two of them disappear into Phoebe's office.
Someone sighed, "Mr. Reynolds never disappoints."
"Exactly. In all of Kedora, only Mr. Reynolds is a match for Ms. Ziegler. But did you see his expression? And I smelled alcohol on Ms. Ziegler. Do you think Mr. Reynolds will punish her?"
"Who knows?"
Lori cleared her throat, "Do you all dare to gossip about Ms. Ziegler's private matters? Is your work done?"
Everyone quickly fell silent and returned to their tasks.
Lori shook her head and walked away.
Theodore kicked open the lounge door, carrying Phoebe inside and placing her on the large bed.
Just as she was about to roll over, Theodore pinned her down.
Phoebe felt the air rush out of her lungs, nearly passing out. She pounded on Theodore's shoulders, "Get off me, I can't breathe!"
Theodore propped himself up on his arms, his face buried in her neck, his breath hot and smelling faintly of alcohol. He rasped, "Avoiding me? Not planning to talk to me anymore?"
Phoebe turned her face away. "I wasn't avoiding you."
Theodore lifted his head, looking down at her. He gently turned her face back towards him, staring into her eyes. "You said I didn't understand last night. I understand now."
Phoebe was taken aback.
Theodore continued, "I know words won't fix anything now. Let's look forward. I'll show you how I feel about you."
He wasn't good with sweet words, but he would show her through his actions, ensuring she wouldn't be disappointed in him again.
Phoebe, initially resistant, softened at his words. She placed her hands on his back, hugging him.
"Theodore, I need time to sort things out. Can you give me that?"
Theodore kissed her forehead, "Okay, I'll give you time. We'll take it slow, no rush."
"Alright."
With that, they reconciled.
Theodore lay beside her, his long, strong fingers massaging her head. "You said you had a headache earlier. Let me help."
Phoebe closed her eyes, feeling comfortable. She hadn't slept well the night before and had drunk some alcohol today.
Before long, she fell asleep in Theodore's arms.
Theodore listened to her steady breathing, massaging her head a bit longer before stopping. He took off his suit jacket, lay back down, and pulled her into his arms.
They slept until around four in the afternoon when Theodore's phone buzzed, waking them both.
He picked up his phone, glanced at the caller ID, and irritably tossed it back on the pillow, wanting to continue sleeping with Phoebe.
Phoebe, groggy, opened her eyes. "Who's calling? Is it urgent?"
Theodore wrapped his arms around her waist, nuzzling her neck, "It's nothing. Go back to sleep."
Phoebe closed her eyes again, but soon, Theodore's phone rang once more, completely waking her up.
She shifted in his arms, "You should answer it."
Annoyed by the persistent caller, Theodore answered the phone.
Phoebe could only vaguely hear a woman's voice.
"What do you want?" Theodore's tone was impatient.
Whatever the caller said, Theodore's response was icy, "Vanessa, don't call me again. Phoebe doesn't like it!"
With that, he hung up.
Phoebe, resting against his chest, listened to his heartbeat. Recalling Vanessa's arrogance on set, she asked, "What did she want?"
Theodore suddenly sat up, opening the curtains with the remote. Sunlight streamed in, making Phoebe squint as she sat up.
The sun was setting, casting a warm glow through the window. She grabbed a pillow, yawning, "What's going on?"
"I heard Vanessa gave you a hard time on set?" Theodore asked.
Vanessa had gone to Suncrest City to cause trouble for Phoebe, but Phoebe hadn't mentioned it to him.
He knew Vanessa was a sore spot for her.
Phoebe pursed her lips. "She was just bringing some perks to the crew. It wasn't a big deal."
Theodore looked at her for a long moment, gently cupping her face, "Is that really how you feel?"
"Yes."
Theodore let go of her, getting out of bed, clearly upset.
Phoebe had no idea what he was up to, deciding to let him be. He was becoming increasingly unpredictable.
It seemed like anything she said could upset him, making things difficult for her.
Later, Phoebe found out why Vanessa had been so desperate to call Theodore.
While waiting for her in the office, Theodore had overheard some gossip.
Wesley had injured his face and couldn't film, so he spent his time working out at the company gym.
After a sweaty morning, he had lunch in the company cafeteria and planned to attend some acting classes in the afternoon. He ran into a colleague and chatted briefly.
The colleague asked about his injury, and Wesley, reluctant at first, eventually recounted the incident when Phoebe visited the set.
They thought Phoebe wasn't in the office, so they spoke quietly outside her office door. But Theodore overheard them.
Theodore called the producer, demanding Finnegan's role be canceled immediately.
The producer, sensing Theodore's stern tone, broke into a cold sweat.
Replacing an actor mid-shoot was a big deal, so he cautiously asked if Finnegan had offended him.
Theodore didn't mention the fight between Finnegan and Wesley, insisting on replacing the actor.
The producer had no choice but to comply, as Theodore's word was final.
Finnegan, upon learning he was being let go, called Vanessa.
Desperate, Vanessa reached out to Theodore, only to be shut down.
Phoebe finally understood why Theodore was upset. He was trying to vent her anger.
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