Forbidden Passion

Chapter 58 It’s Been 2 Years

"Mom, wait, there's a little boy waiting for someone to rescue him."

Mrs. Ziegler dragged Phoebe towards the train station. "What little boy? If his family can't find him, they will naturally look for him. Come with me on the train. If we miss this one, we'll have to go back tomorrow, and it will delay your brother's entrance exam. Take care of your skin."

Phoebe was being pulled by her mother while looking back. "But what about that little boy? He's still waiting for me to bring someone to save him."

"Somebody will rescue him. Get on the train quickly." Mrs. Ziegler was used to doing heavy labor and had great strength. She lifted Phoebe onto the train in one go.

Phoebe was crying desperately but couldn't break free from her mother's grip. She watched as the doors slowly closed and the train left the station, moving further away from where the little boy was. "Little boy, little boy" Phoebe mumbled and suddenly woke up from her dream.

and sunlight streamed in through the French windows, casting a golden hue. Theodore stood against the light; his lips curved

down at her with a superior gaze. She remembered the photo she saw last night in Vanessa's social media circle. "You just got

In that moment, Phoebe almost thought he was going to kiss her. She

he also had a pair of alluring peach

He leaned close to Phoebe's ear and spoke with his low, sexy voice. "Phoebe, In the future, just talk to me if you want a man. No

about to push him away when Theodore stood up straight and walked straight into the bedroom. Phoebe gritted

anger?" she followed him into the walk-in closet, but Theodore unexpectedly turned around. She bumped her head against his solid chest, feeling a sharp pain that momentarily stunned her. Before she could

and her lower back hit the protruding doorknob,

go of my anger?" The man's scorching breath accompanied his anger as he gritted his teeth. "That's impossible for the rest of my life, Phoebe. What do you think you owe me?" Phoebe's eyes slowly filled with a thin mist, unsure if it was from the pain or his words. "What