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."

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 the cars roaring past in front of her, her eyes welling with a sourness. "I'm

continuously vibrating

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

hung a huge LED screen, currently playing clips from

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

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

camera slowly zoomed in, and a familiar yet unfamiliar face appeared

Phoebe's

Theodore's first love and the goddess who had captivated countless male

radiant, dressed in fiery red clothes as if about to burst into flames. Thunderous

behind the judges' table sat a tall, slender man.

that person wasn't Theodore, then who

rain suddenly intensified, blurring her vision, and Phoebe shivered from

of Poland, Warsaw. And half

he had gone to see

her apartment, took a hot shower, and curled up in

and woke up from her slumber. She picked up her phone and glanced at the time. It was already six-thirty in the morning. Subconsciously, she

saw that the bed next to her was neat and untouched. Only then

unless Theodore was on a

prepare breakfast for herself. After finishing her meal, she walked to

his shirt wrinkled as if he had

tall, exuding an imposing aura. Not to mention his peach-blossom eyes and thin lips, even if he had a poker face all day, he still looked

Phoebe without even glancing at her,

deep breath

Phoebe stole a glance at his strained handsome face. "Um... It's

I need to report my schedule to Ms.

Phoebe pursed her lips.