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."

no longer have children? Weren't

stood still for a while, her phone continuously vibrating in her bag. She didn't answer and continued

from the overpass, the luxurious business district, the International Financial Center,

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

the center of the square, gazing up at the woman sitting in front of the piano

producing a dense and flowing melody that resounded across the empty square. The rhythm grew faster, and the emotions became more intense and

slowly zoomed in, and a familiar

her," Phoebe's heart tightened.

first love and the goddess who had captivated countless

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

In the front row behind the judges' table sat a tall, slender man. He was dressed in a suit, his gaze focused and fervently fixed on

wasn't Theodore, then who

vision, and

of Poland, Warsaw.

it turned out, he

apartment, took a hot shower, and curled up in bed, falling

It was already six-thirty in the morning. Subconsciously, she reached out to push the man beside

turned on the light, and saw that the bed next to her was neat and untouched. Only then did

In the past three years, unless Theodore was on

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

shirt wrinkled

nearly two meters tall, exuding an imposing aura. Not to mention his peach-blossom eyes and thin lips, even if he had

without even glancing at her, as if she didn't

deep breath and hurriedly followed

glance at his strained handsome face. "Um... It's not that I want to bother you, but you didn't come back

report my schedule to Ms.

Phoebe pursed her lips.