Forbidden Passion

Chapter 45 Her loose long hair

Taking the towel from Vanessa, Phoebe turned and went back to the bedroom. Seeing Theodore asleep on the couch, she trembled with indignation. Theodore, must you humiliate me like this?

If you prefer Vanessa, you could just ask me for a divorce. I would sign the papers without fuss and wish you two a happy life together.

But why are you treating me like this?

Phoebe's eyes grew redder and redder as she gripped the towel, her grip tightening as if it were Theodore's neck. With a sudden burst of anger, she threw the towel at his face.

Startled awake by the impact, Theodore sat up abruptly with a soft, eerie sensation on his skin. He quickly grabbed the object from his face and saw it was a towel. Confused, he glanced at the closed bedroom door, registering the sound of a heavy door closing just moments before.

summoned into Mrs. Reynolds' room

her pajamas, sat in front of her vanity mirror applying cream to her face. She looked up as Phoebe entered, "How

"Was Theodore not with you last night?" Phoebe bit her lip and averted

clean to Mrs. Reynolds about her infertility and to ask for her intervention in

listened attentively,

medication on time. I'll try not to disappoint you." "Good," Mrs. Reynolds nodded. "Now go on, Lucy has prepared some soup for you.

"Okay."

stairs side by side. She couldn't catch what Vanessa was saying, but Theodore's lips curled into a hint of a smile. Instinctively, Phoebe retreated into the room until they passed. She then left through the villa's

through a ride-hailing app earlier; when she stepped outside, she spotted a white Toyota parked out front. She

company's building. She paid through the app and stepped out of the vehicle. It was early, and there were hardly any

about to walk into the office building when she noticed a familiar black Mercedes parked nearby, its window half-down. In the back seat, she saw a couple entwined in an