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."

her voice changing, "How... How is it possible that you can no longer have children? Weren't you pregnant before?" Phoebe looked at the

continuously vibrating in her bag. She didn't answer

luxurious business

a huge LED screen, currently playing clips from the Chopin

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

resounded across the empty square. The rhythm grew faster, and the emotions became more

familiar yet unfamiliar face appeared on the

Phoebe's heart

love and the goddess who had captivated countless male university

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

front row behind the judges' table sat a tall,

person wasn't Theodore, then who was

vision, and Phoebe shivered

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

it turned out, he had gone to

shower, and curled up in bed,

was already

sat up abruptly, turned on the light, and saw that the bed next to her was neat and untouched. Only

Theodore was on a business

sat motionless for a while before getting up, 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

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

his peach-blossom eyes and thin lips, even if he had a poker face all day, he still looked like a

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

deep breath and hurriedly followed

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

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

Phoebe pursed her lips.