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.

White excused

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

anything that night," Edward protested, his

had accused her of betrayal and held her accountable for the loss of their child.

had always been resolute, never wavering in her decisions, but

Edward, over the past three years, she had endured so much and suffered for so long in

I had orchestrated what happened that night, that I arranged for Theodore to find us in

chance for me to explain myself. Phoebe, how can you be so

"I..."