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.

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

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 you have a bit of strength,

pursed her lips and lowered her head, trembling as she spoke, "I meant... Maybe we could adopt a child. I know it sounds shameless of me to suggest it, but I really want to make it

divorce. It seemed that after he had taught

people's children," Theodore said in a disgusted tone. "If you want to make it up to me, then

eyes welled up with tears

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

to sit by the hospital bed. Phoebe lifted her eyelids. Theodore, dressed in a well-tailored handmade suit, leaned back

She had just cried, sweated a lot, and wet her hospital gown, but now

and wet her hospital gown, but now the

minutes. 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 disobey and obeyed

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