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 in her

she knew it was humiliating to even

at the asphalt road shimmering in the sunlight, she spoke with difficulty, "I can't swim either... and I don't like you. I had no reason to push her." The car screeched to

that's dangerous?" The car behind them almost slammed into their fancy ride, its driver sweating bullets. Swerving

the road, his expression growing dark. Through clenched teeth, he said, "You don't like a man like me?

Theodore fell silent.

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

her apartment, the first thing she did was take a shower, washing away every trace

loathing him for choosing to save Vanessa first that day, leaving her alone by the lake,

a bowl of

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

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 the production