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.

hands clenched on the blanket. She wasn't surprised by the

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

adopt a child. I know it sounds shameless of me to suggest it,

was going to mention divorce. It seemed that after

up to me,

up with tears

matter of having children to fate," Theodore interrupted her. Over the past couple of years, he had made sure she took contraceptives. Looking back now, he realized that he wasn't

whole bowl of white rice porridge, Theodore stood up, went to the bathroom to wash the bowl, and then returned to sit by the hospital bed. Phoebe lifted her eyelids. Theodore, dressed in a well-tailored handmade suit, leaned back in his chair, calmly observing her.

shower." She had just cried, sweated a lot, and wet her hospital gown, but now the

a lot and wet her hospital gown, but now the cloth was affixed

You shouldn't take a bath just after dinner." Phoebe pursed his lips slightly. He said he would wait another 20 minutes, so she dared not

felt that she was now an eagle domesticated by him and dared not show her