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."

possible that you can no longer have children? Weren't you pregnant before?" Phoebe looked at the cars roaring past in front

while, her phone continuously vibrating in her bag. She didn't answer and continued walking

business district, the International Financial

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

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

rhythm grew faster,

a familiar yet unfamiliar face appeared on the

Phoebe's

love and the goddess who

clothes as if about to burst into flames. Thunderous applause erupted from the audience, and her performance

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

that person wasn't Theodore, then

suddenly intensified, blurring her vision,

years in the capital of Poland, Warsaw.

it turned out, he had gone to

shower, and curled up in bed, falling

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

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

felt uneasy. In the past three years, unless Theodore was on a business trip, he never

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

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

stood at nearly two meters 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

even glancing at her,

took a deep breath and hurriedly followed behind

a glance at his strained handsome face. "Um... It's not that I want

I need to report my schedule to

Phoebe pursed her lips.