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

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

"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 sent a shiver through the

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

Theodore fell silent.

waiting for her to go inside, drove

body back to her apartment, the first thing she did

save Vanessa first that day, leaving her

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

had made it through with flying colors,

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 team