Forbidden Passion

Chapter 34 Weight on the Chest

She glanced into the hospital room. The bed was a mess, evidence of a recent intense struggle. Young people just don't know moderation. If only Phoebe could get pregnant with a grandchild for the Reynolds family.

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Down at the hospital's entrance, Theodore caught up to Phoebe and pulled her into his car, speeding towards the apartment.

Restlessly scrolling through her phone, Phoebe sat in the passenger seat.

Theodore, driving, glanced at her occasionally. "How did you and Vanessa end up falling off the second-floor balcony the other day?" Phoebe paused her scrolling. "I thought you wouldn't ask."

Theodore frowned, "How could I not ask about something that serious?"

Turning to look at him, after a few seconds of silence, Phoebe took a gamble, "If I said Miss Fitzroy pulled me down, would you believe me?" "She can't swim; she wouldn't do that," Theodore replied without hesitation. "Don't try to pin this on her, Phoebe."

a sharp

she knew it was humiliating

in the sunlight, she spoke with difficulty, "I can't swim either... and I don't like you. I had no reason to push

the seatbelt, leaving her dazed, "What are you doing? Don't you know that's dangerous?" The car behind them almost slammed into their fancy ride, its driver sweating bullets. Swerving around them and passing by, the driver cursed furiously. Theodore's glare

back onto the road, his expression growing dark. Through clenched teeth, he said, "You don't like a man like me? Are you blind?" Phoebe closed her eyes, replying,

Theodore fell silent.

dropped Phoebe at her apartment building and, without waiting for her to go inside, drove off, leaving her

mind; dragging her weary body back to her apartment, the first thing she did was take a shower, washing away every trace of Theodore from her

Vanessa first that day, leaving her alone by the lake, her soul trembled with shame when he kissed

cooked herself a bowl of noodles and watched some celebrity gossip while

perked up upon learning that the artist she auditioned for the talent show had made it through with flying colors, securing an A rating

out her phone and called John. "Keep a close eye on Noah Myersarlton's performance on the show, see how he measures up. I'll discuss it with