Forbidden Passion

Chapter 62 Recuperating

Theodore filled a bowl and saw her eyes fixed on the porridge. He sneered, "I thought you weren't hungry."

Phoebe looked down, realizing that she hadn't smelled the aroma of the porridge earlier. She truly didn't feel hungry. After crying her heart out, draining the last bit of energy from her body, she no longer cared about her pride. She honestly said, "I'm hungry."

Theodore glanced at her. Her face was pale, almost bluish, and the faint veins could be seen. She was skeletal, and it made him feel uneasy.

He blew on a spoonful of porridge and tested the temperature before bringing it to her mouth. Phoebe obediently opened her mouth, and the warm white porridge slid down her throat into her stomach. It was warm, and the emptiness inside her faded.

"Your mother was scared to death. It would be best if we have the same story, so there are no inconsistencies when she asks," Theodore said as he continued to feed her.

With warmth in her stomach, Phoebe's heart gradually settled. She looked at Theodore and asked softly, "Do you still hate me?"

"Yes!" he replied.

blanket. She wasn't surprised by the answer, but it

the sound of the bowl being forcefully placed on the small table, producing a sharp noise. She raised her head and saw Theodore's stern face staring at her. "You're getting angry with me now that

lowered her head, trembling as she spoke, "I meant... Maybe we could adopt a child. I know it sounds shameless of me to

that after he had taught her so many lessons, she had finally made

it up to me, then eat well, take care of your health, and don't get sick and hospitalized every now and

eyes welled up with

couple of years, he had made sure she took contraceptives. Looking back now, he realized that he wasn't tormenting her, but himself.

hospital bed. Phoebe lifted her eyelids. Theodore, dressed in a well-tailored handmade suit, leaned back in his chair, calmly observing her.

just cried, sweated a lot, and wet

lot and wet her hospital gown, but now the

looked at his watch. "Wait another 20 minutes. You shouldn't take a bath just after dinner." Phoebe pursed his lips slightly. He said he would wait another 20 minutes,

eagle domesticated by him and dared not show her claws at him