Chapter 962 Opening the Knot in the Heart
Phoebe's face turned crimson under his gaze, feeling both embarrassed and flustered.
Just as she tried to look away, he gently cupped her face and turned it back towards him, his eyes deeply locked onto hers.
His gaze was filled with such deep affection, like a long-dormant sea suddenly surging with waves, the love in his eyes almost overwhelming her.
Theodore's eyes traveled from hers, down her elegant nose, and settled on her lips. His gaze was so intense that Phoebe felt her lips burning.
As he slowly leaned in, Phoebe's heart raced. She suddenly grabbed his coat and asked, "If it was you and me that night, then why did the paternity test with Hubert show no relation?"
Theodore paused, a mix of amusement and frustration on his face.
The mood was so perfect, and she just had to ruin it, didn't she?
But seeing her determined expression, as if she wouldn't kiss him without understanding this, Theodore sighed with a wry smile.
"Maybe the samples got mixed up?"
Phoebe seriously considered this.
The night was cold, and Theodore took her hand, placing it in his coat pocket as they slowly walked home.
"Didn't you personally pull the hair? How could it be wrong?" Phoebe turned to look at him, her breath visible in the cold air.
Theodore was slightly taken aback. "How do you know I pulled the hair myself?"
Phoebe was momentarily helpless but couldn't betray Boris.
She stammered, "There are only a few people in the house. If you didn't pull it yourself, would you have asked my mom to do it?"
That seemed plausible.
Theodore said, "I did pull it myself, so we can't rule out the possibility that Lawton was bribed. I'll tie him up and interrogate him tomorrow."
Phoebe couldn't help but laugh, "Don't wrong Lawton. He's loyal to you. How about we pull another hair from Boris and do the test again?"
"That's a good idea," Theodore agreed, but added, "I don't think it's necessary. If I'm sure it was you in my room that night, whether we do the test or not, they're my kids."
Phoebe hesitated, "We should do it. A medical report is more definitive."
Theodore stopped and looked back at her. The night air was getting colder, and their breaths formed white clouds.
In the dim light, it was hard to see each other's expressions.
Phoebe felt uneasy under his gaze. "What's wrong?"
Theodore said, "I didn't tell you before, but taking Hubert's hair for a paternity test without your consent was disrespectful to both you and Hubert. Now that I know it was you that night, insisting on another test would make me a jerk, wouldn't it?"
Phoebe was stunned.
He was so serious.
She tried to lighten the mood, "But you can't be 100% sure it was me that night. What if it wasn't?"
Theodore suddenly became stubborn, "I'm sure it was you."
Phoebe was shocked, "Why?"
Theodore looked at her for half a minute, then suddenly blushed. He leaned in and whispered in her ear, "Because if it wasn't you, I couldn't perform."
At first, Phoebe didn't understand what he meant. But when she looked up and saw his reddening ears, she realized the implication.
Her cheeks flushed, and she stared at him in surprise.
Theodore had already said the most embarrassing part, so the rest came easily. "After we got married, I only had eyes for you. No one else could catch my attention. When you wanted a divorce after the miscarriage, I panicked."
The memory took them back seven years. It had been a painful time, and their marriage seemed to be at a dead end.
She had suggested a divorce because, without the child, there seemed to be no reason to stay married.
She never knew what he was thinking. She always thought he mistreated her because she lost the baby.
Theodore held her hand as they continued walking, "I was so awful to you back then, not caring about the place or your feelings. It wasn't to humiliate you. I just wanted to be with you in those moments."
Phoebe's ears turned red.
She licked her dry lips. "You are a wolf in sheep's clothing."
She racked her brain but could only come up with that. His words were too direct, leaving her defenseless.
Theodore chuckled, "I admit it."
The walk from the apartment to the house wasn't far. They reached the door after exchanging only a few words.
Phoebe raised her hand to scan her fingerprint, and Theodore, standing behind her, asked, "Will you sleep with me tonight?"
Phoebe's ears burned even more. She shook her head, "If Hubert, Boris, and Noomi wake up and see I'm not in bed, they'll cry."
"They didn't cry last night," Theodore said confidently.
Phoebe opened the door. Even without looking back, she knew he was staring at her with a predatory gaze.
Theodore noticed her red ears and smiled, lowering his voice, "How about I sleep with you and the kids?"
Phoebe quickly pulled her hand away and ran into the house. "Sleep wherever you want. Don't ask for my opinion. You never listen anyway."
Theodore watched her retreating figure, chuckled, and then quickly followed her inside.
That night, Theodore stayed in Phoebe's bed. He held her from behind, their bodies perfectly aligned.
Every time she tried to escape, he held her tightly, leaving her no way out.
Eventually, the alcohol took over, and she fell asleep. Theodore kissed her sweaty ear and, satisfied, drifted off to sleep.
The next morning, Hubert, Boris, and Noomi sat at the breakfast table, looking tired and yawning.
Evelyn brought over breakfast, placing a sandwich in each of their bowls.
"Why are you all so tired? Didn't you sleep well?"
Noomi yawned, "I dreamed of mosquitoes biting me, so I was swatting them all night."
"Me too. Then I dreamed I was on a boat, rocking up and down," Hubert quickly added.
Boris nodded repeatedly, "I dreamed of an earthquake and spent the night running for my life. I called for Mom, but she didn't come to save me."
Phoebe, who had just finished washing up and walked into the dining room, heard their descriptions and shot a guilty glance at Theodore, who had followed her in, her face flushed.
Theodore, in a great mood, looked at her with a loving gaze.
Evelyn, having been through it all, understood immediately.
She looked at the two of them and said, "Next time, if you're going to be noisy, go to the guest room. Don't disturb Hubert, Boris, and Noomi's sleep."
At her words, Phoebe felt mortified, and even the usually shameless Theodore choked, coughing violently.
Hubert, Boris, and Noomi turned to look at him with concern.
Hubert said, "Theodore, are you sick? Remember to take your medicine."
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