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."

sharp twinge

knew it was humiliating to even

difficulty, "I can't swim either... and I don't like you.

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

"You don't like a man like me? Are you

Theodore fell silent.

and, without waiting for her to go inside, drove off, leaving her in

the first thing she did was take

her alone by the lake, her soul trembled with shame when he kissed

shower, she cooked herself a bowl of noodles and

made it through with

eye on Noah Myersarlton's performance on the show, see how he measures up. I'll