Unchained Desire

Phoebe had lived for almost thirty years and had met all kinds of people, but she had never met anyone like Sandra.

Suppressing her discomfort, Phoebe pulled away from Sandra's grip and said flatly, "I don't care who you want to be friends with, but I won't be your friend." Sandra seemed regretful, "Ms. Ziegler, I don't mind, so why do you?"

Phoebe felt a burning sensation where Sandra had grabbed her. Phoebe said unhappily, "Goodbye."

Sandra watched Phoebe's figure fade into the distance, a mocking smile playing on her lips. 'Who wanted to be good friends with you?' she thought.

Sandra said this just to disgust Phoebe. Even if Phoebe wavered because of Theodore's words, Sandra's words would disgust her enough to give up the idea.

As for her kids, Sandra wouldn't tell Theodore about their existence so soon. They were her trump cards, and she had to keep them in hand; they might come in handy someday.

Sandra returned to the tea room. As she pushed the door open, a strong smell of alcohol hit her. Theodore, who was sitting in a chair, turned around sharply at the sound of footsteps. "Phoebe!"

When he saw it was Sandra, Theodore's face filled with disappointment, and his expression turned cold again. "What are you doing here?"