Forbidden Passion

Chapter 6 QUEEN Entertainment

Chapter

6

Leaving the hospital, Phoebe sat in the passenger seat, saying nothing. She was not someone who spoke sparingly, but with Theodore, she often didn't know what to say. It seemed that everything she said, except for work matters, was wrong.

The cellphone rang, and Theodore answered the call. Not knowing what the other person said, he responded coolly with a faint "Hmm" before hanging up.

Then, he turned the steering wheel, parking the car at the entrance of the overpass, and coldly said, "Take a taxi back by yourself."

Phoebe glanced at the busy overpass and then lowered her gaze to her torn dress. "This is an overpass, and my dress is also torn."

"So what?" Theodore's voice remained devoid of any fluctuation, cold and heartless.

Phoebe locked eyes with him for a few seconds, then opened the car door and got out without saying a word.

Just as she closed the car door, the black Maybach impatiently pulled away, disappearing into the vast night within the blink of an eye.

The night was deep, fortunately the rain wasn't heavy as it moistened her face.

Phoebe wrapped her suit jacket tightly around herself and walked slowly along the green belt. Passing vehicles rushed by, with a mere half a meter separating her from a life and death race.

Not long after she started walking, her phone kept vibrating in her bag. She stopped and answered the call.

"Phoebe, have the test results come out?" Mrs. Ziegler spoke without catching her breath, "You! You really have no manners. Theodore misunderstood..."

Impatiently, Phoebe interrupted her, "Even if I were to repeat the tests ten thousand times, the result would still be the same. I won't be able to have my own child anymore."

She was stunned for a moment, her voice changing, "How... How is it possible that you can no longer have children? Weren't you pregnant before?" Phoebe looked at

for a while, her phone continuously vibrating in her bag. She

descending from the overpass, the luxurious business district, the International

wall hung a huge LED screen, currently playing clips from the Chopin

in front of the piano on the big screen. She wore a red evening gown with her hair tied

square. The rhythm grew faster, and the emotions became more intense and unrestrained, causing

slowly zoomed in, and a familiar yet unfamiliar

her," Phoebe's heart

first love and the goddess who had captivated countless male university students at

front of the camera was radiant, dressed in fiery red clothes as if about to burst into flames. Thunderous applause

swept over to the audience seats. In the front row behind the judges' table sat a tall,

that person wasn't Theodore, then who

blurring her vision,

was held every five years in the capital of Poland, Warsaw. And half a month ago, Theodore had

turned out, he had

and curled up in bed, falling into a

up her phone and glanced at the time. It was already six-thirty in the morning. Subconsciously, she reached out to push the man

her was neat and untouched. Only then

In the past three years, unless Theodore was on a business trip, he never stayed

expressionless, and went to the bathroom to freshen up. She then went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for herself. After finishing her meal, she walked to the company on foot. Just as she arrived at the company's entrance, a black Maybach pulled up in front of her. The backseat door was pushed open, and a man

still wearing the outfit from yesterday's banquet, his shirt wrinkled

imposing aura. Not to mention his peach-blossom eyes and thin lips, even if he had a poker face

glancing at her, as if

breath and

face. "Um... It's not that I want to bother you, but you didn't

this? Do I need to report my schedule to Ms. Ziegler now?" Theodore's

Phoebe pursed her lips.