Forbidden Passion

Chapter 145

the bowl.

Phoebe glanced at her cell phone screen and turned it over, placing it face down on the table. She looked down and went on with the noodles, but it seemed that the clear soup wasn't satisfying enough, and she added more chili peppers to The red chili oil floated to the noodles, fiery and bright.

Evan caught a glimpse of her fair face and her lips, now reddened from the spice, and felt an inexplicable stir in his heart. He cleared his throat and asked, "Aren't you afraid of the heat?" "Spicy is the way I like it."

After Phoebe spoke, as if something came to mind, she fell into reminiscence. "There's also a noodle restaurant outside Harvard University, their chili oil is especially delicious. Back when I was studying there, that restaurant almost monopolized my breakfasts and late-night snacks."

Evan laughed and said, "Sounds good."

"We can go there for a visit sometime," Phoebe said, stuffing another mouthful of noodles and finishing off a bowl of wontons, eating so vigorously that she was covered in sweat. Having broken out in a sweat, her mood seemed to lighten considerably.

She stood up to pay the bill, while Evan leisurely finished every last drop of his soup. Side by side, they walked back.

As they approached the neighborhood, Phoebe's steps slowed; she was reluctant to go home.

was just about to speak when Evan took the initiative, "You're not in a hurry to go back, are you?" Without

to see

could stop at

her mind and said, "Come on,

then released

for a few seconds before following Evan onto the

wasn't afraid of Evan, after all, people with nothing to lose are afraid of nothing, and Evan, being a star and an

contrast, Evan might even be afraid of her

crossing the overpass, they turned into a small street and

the doorbell, and soon someone came to open

the punk attire of the person, reminiscent of a musician. Evan introduced them,

us alone,

did leave them alone and went into a music production room and never

go to the studio." Evan