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."

Mrs. Ziegler. She was stunned for a moment, her voice changing, "How... How is it possible that you can no

continuously vibrating in her

the overpass, the luxurious business district, the International Financial

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

in the center of the square, gazing up at the woman sitting in front of the piano on the big screen. She wore a red

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

zoomed in, and a familiar yet unfamiliar

Phoebe's heart

and the goddess who had captivated

red clothes as if about to burst into flames. Thunderous applause

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

wasn't Theodore, then who

suddenly intensified, blurring her vision, and Phoebe

Chopin Piano International Competition was held every five years in the capital of Poland, Warsaw. And half

turned out, he had gone to

took a hot shower, and curled up

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

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

the past three years, unless Theodore was on a business

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

yesterday's banquet, his shirt wrinkled as if he had spent the entire night doing

an imposing aura. Not to mention his peach-blossom eyes and thin lips, even if

even glancing at

took a deep breath

exclusive elevator, Phoebe stole a glance at his strained handsome face. "Um... It's not that I want to bother you, but you

to report my schedule to Ms. Ziegler now?"

Phoebe pursed her lips.