Chapter 919 In Your Eyes and Heart, It's All About Me
Theodore furrowed his brow, grabbed his coat from the hanger, and put it on.
He changed his shoes and said to Phoebe, "I'll go get the car. Wait for me at the door."
Phoebe pursed her lips and stubbornly stood still.
Theodore tugged at her, "Do you want to argue with me in front of Hubert, Boris, and Noomi?"
Phoebe lowered her head, feeling a bit wronged. "You didn't help me just now."
"You and Mom were going at it. How could I get a word in?" Theodore chuckled in frustration.
He understood Evelyn's point—now that Phoebe was back with him, she shouldn't be causing scandals with other men.
Even though last night's incident with Patrick was a misunderstanding, the bite mark on her neck was undeniably left by a man.
Thinking about it made Theodore angry.
Phoebe glared at him. "You agree with Mom, don't you? You were just waiting for her to scold me!"
Theodore wrapped his arm around her waist and led her towards the door. "The kids are watching. Are you sure you want to argue with me in front of them?"
Phoebe huffed but followed him out the door.
Hubert, Boris, and Noomi waved goodbye from behind them.
As soon as the door closed, they ran back to the dining room to comfort Evelyn.
Theodore drove Phoebe to the Empire State Building.
She pulled out her phone and checked Facebook.
The trending topic had already changed to #PatrickCindy.
She clicked on it and saw that most fans were congratulating them.
The occasional negative comment was quickly drowned out by supportive ones.
It seemed that Patrick's announcement of his relationship hadn't hurt him much.
Phoebe exited Facebook and said, "I wonder how Cindy is doing. Reporters were staking out my place last night, so they probably went after her too."
"They announced their relationship, so reporters will try to get photos of them. As long as the buzz is there, the reporters won't leave them alone for months," Theodore said calmly.
Phoebe sighed. "It's a path they have to take. Once they get through this wave, fewer people will pay attention to them."
"Not necessarily. But Patrick is slowly stepping back from the entertainment industry. He's decided to retire," Theodore said.
Phoebe was shocked. "What? He's retiring?"
Patrick was at the peak of his career. His decision to retire surprised her.
Theodore glanced at her. "Why are you so surprised? Is his retirement that important to you?"
Phoebe sensed a hint of jealousy. She covered her mouth and laughed. "He's your friend. Can't you be jealous of someone else?"
"Who should I be jealous of? Edward?" Theodore retorted.
Phoebe was speechless.
She was at a loss for words, knowing this was a sensitive topic. Her neck started to ache again, and she quickly changed the subject. "I just think it's a shame."
"No need to feel bad. He's retiring to take over his family's billion-dollar fortune," Theodore said indifferently, as if billions were just a drop in the ocean.
Phoebe was speechless again, thinking about the evils of capitalism.
But then she felt happy for Cindy. "It's just a shame the entertainment industry is losing a handsome and talented actor."
Theodore parked the car in front of the Empire State Building.
As soon as he pulled the handbrake, he grabbed Phoebe from the passenger seat and pulled her into his arms.
It seemed he had been holding back the whole drive and couldn't anymore. "Talking about other men in front of me—do you think I don't have a temper?"
Phoebe saw Theodore's intense side again, just like last night.
His grip on her waist was firm, almost painful. "I was just trying to make conversation since you weren't saying anything. And now you're blaming me for talking about other men."
She felt wronged, too.
They were back together, so why was he still suspicious of her?
Theodore lowered his head, his forehead touching hers. He was upset and felt uncomfortable hearing her mention anyone else. "Phoebe, I want your eyes, heart, and words to be all about me."
"That's a bit too controlling," Phoebe protested softly.
Theodore replied, "I am controlling. You've seen it before."
It was lunchtime, and the office workers were returning from their break.
Even though the car windows were tinted, they could still see people coming and going outside.
Phoebe felt insecure. "I know. I need to get to work now."
She tried to leave, but Theodore pulled her back and kissed her hard on the lips.
"I'll pick you up after work."
Phoebe's face burned from the kiss. She quickly got out of the car and rushed into the building.
Theodore watched her run inside, a smile finally appearing on his face.
He drove away and took out his phone to make a call.
"Donovan, I'll be at your place in 40 minutes. We need to talk."
Donovan received Theodore's abrupt call, his face darkening.
He could hear Ethan crying downstairs, adding to his frustration.
He hadn't spent much time with the child.
Even though he had been looking forward to it yesterday, today he was completely over it.
Ethan was too much to handle.
Donovan pinched the bridge of his nose and went downstairs.
The crying grew louder.
He admired the lung capacity of children sometimes.
He reached the stairs and saw Ruby trying to comfort Ethan, with Trevor standing nearby, looking helpless.
Hearing footsteps, Trevor looked up and pleaded with Donovan.
"Mr. Ziegler, Ethan has been crying nonstop for a day and a night. If he keeps this up, his voice will be gone, and his eyes will be damaged. Please help."
Donovan frowned. "Ruby, how are you taking care of the child? He's crying like this, and you can't calm him down?"
Ruby felt like she was living through a nightmare.
Every time Ethan woke up, he cried to go back to Phoebe's house and didn't want to stay here.
Yesterday afternoon was fine with Hubert, Boris, and Noomi around.
But after they left in the evening, Ethan cried nonstop.
He finally fell asleep from exhaustion, but after two hours, he woke up and cried again.
Being scolded by Donovan made her feel wronged. "I tried to comfort him, but it didn't work. He just wants to cry."
Donovan walked down the stairs and stood in front of them.
He looked down at Ethan and sternly said, "Tell me, why are you crying?"
Ethan was crying, but stopped when Donovan stared at him.
He sniffled and said, "Hubert, Boris, and Noomi aren't here. I want to play with them."
"If you have a need, you should tell us. Crying won't help, understand?" Donovan lectured him.
Surprisingly, Ethan stopped crying.
He timidly said, "I want to stay at Phoebe's house. Can I?"
Donovan shook his head. "No. From now on, this is your home. You have to live with me."
Ethan couldn't hold back his tears.
His mouth quivered, ready to cry again.
Donovan continued, "But you can go to Phoebe's house to play during the day. At night, you must stay here."
Ethan seemed to understand a little. "But this isn't my home."
"This is your home, Ethan. You're almost three years old. You're not a baby anymore. You need to be mature."
Trevor and Ruby exchanged glances, silently thinking that three years old is very much a child.
But Donovan's equal conversation with Ethan seemed to work.
Ethan stayed quiet and didn't cry anymore.
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