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

knew it was humiliating to even

difficulty, "I can't swim either... and I don't like you. I had no reason to push her." The car screeched to

inertia, Phoebe was then yanked back by 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

he said, "You don't like a man like me? Are you blind?" Phoebe closed her

Theodore fell silent.

for her to go inside, drove off, leaving her in a cloud

dragging her weary body back to her apartment, the first thing she did was take a shower, washing away

leaving her alone by the

her shower, she cooked herself a bowl of noodles and watched

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

show, see how he measures up. I'll discuss it