Forbidden Passion

Chapter 213 A Desperate Love

"Indeed, Mr. Vanderbilt can attest to my sentiments. I have always maintained that you are the epitome of beauty with the intellect to match," declared Mr. White, deftly adjusting his spectacles on the bridge of his nose. Edward chimed in, his smile broadening, "Mr. White, Phoebe is an exceptional alumnus of Harvard University. She secured both her master's and doctoral degrees in Financial Management just last year. Her talent is truly remarkable." As the two men began to engage in a friendly business banter, singing her praises, Phoebe interjected, "In terms of credentials, Mr. White himself is a postdoctoral fellow from an Ivy League business school. I would be remiss to accept your compliments without mentioning your own extraordinarily talented background as well."

After exchanging a few mutual compliments about their respective accolades, they transitioned to the business discussion at hand.

Mr. White was on the verge of launching a new variety show, a fusion of travel and adventure, which was nearly ready to debut. There was no shortage of artists clamoring for a spot on the show.

"We're producing twelve episodes over a span of two months, and we've confirmed four guests thus far. I'm contemplating inviting Noah Myers and Jason Miller from Mr. Vanderbilt's company for the remaining two spots." Phoebe, who was present on behalf of Noah, was thrilled at Mr. White's immediate suggestion of him as a guest. She concurred without hesitation.

finalizing his appearance fee, Mr. White

in the vicinity, Phoebe rose to depart as well, but Edward swiftly seized her wrist, imploring, "Phoebe, I've yet to have lunch. Would you care to accompany me?" Phoebe gently extricated herself from his grip and met Edward's gaze. "Edward, you know our relationship doesn't permit us to casually be seen sharing a meal together." "Why not?" Edward countered. "Even if we're not romantically involved, doesn't our history of being childhood friends and growing up together hold any significance to you?" Phoebe pursed her lips, evading Edward's pained expression. "You're well aware of Theodore's animosity towards us

Edward protested, his eyes glinting with a

done nothing, yet the miscarriage had still occurred. Theodore had accused her of betrayal and held her accountable for the

been resolute, never wavering in her decisions, but with Edward, she had hesitated for

past three years, she had endured so much and suffered for so long in silence. She no longer wished to continue in this manner.

over two years, you've been avoiding me as if I were the plague. Do you also believe that I had orchestrated what happened that night, that I arranged for Theodore to find us in bed together?" Phoebe's hands, hanging limply by her

myself.

"I..."