The car pulled up outside the hotel, and Guadalupe spotted Phoebe and Theodore stepping out. He hopped out to open the back door. Theodore bent down to get in, but just as he was about to slide over, the door shut.

He glanced at the window and saw Phoebe leaning in a bit, saying, "Mr. Reynolds, my place isn't far. I can walk."

Theodore's fingers twitched at his side. He stared at Phoebe and let out a cold laugh, "Ms. Ziegler, you think I'm worse than a virus, huh?" Phoebe pressed her lips together and said, "Mr. Reynolds, don't be so hard on yourself. Guadalupe, make sure Mr. Reynolds gets home safe." "Yes, ma'am!" Guadalupe quickly got back in the car.

Theodore watched Phoebe's slim figure standing outside. Anger and anxiety churned inside him, making him want to break everything. But seeing Phoebe's indifferent look, he deflated like a popped balloon, feeling all dejected and helpless.

Phoebe watched the black sedan disappear before she turned to walk home.@@novelbin@@

Theodore leaned back in his seat, the streetlights casting shadows inside. He caught a faint whiff of Phoebe's scent lingering in the car.

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