Forbidden Passion

Chapter 215 Phoebe, What Exactly Constitutes a Lie?

Edward Vanderbilt found himself locked in a tense conversation with Vanessa Fitzroy. "Why resort to such petty jabs, Miss Fitzroy? Had you not departed for Europe so abruptly, perhaps their union would never have transpired," he chided. With a tilt of her head and an innocent expression, Vanessa retorted, "That's hardly fair, Mr. Vanderbilt. Even if I had remained, the frequent encounters between Phoebe and Theodore would have provided ample opportunity for her to ensnare him." Edward's retort was fierce, "I will not stand by while you slander Phoebe."

Vanessa, noticing the transformation of Edward's usually collected demeanor into one burning with anger, raised her hands in a gesture of surrender. "Very well, I shall refrain from speaking ill of her."

Her acquiescence seemed to soften the stern lines of Edward's brow. He had no inclination to prolong this conversation with Vanessa and rose to take his leave.

"Mr. Vanderbilt," Vanessa called out hastily, "Are you truly prepared to let this matter rest?"

Edward's hands clenched into fists at his sides, his knuckles a stark white against his skin. "Whether I am content with the situation or not is none of your concern, Miss Fitzroy." "But I, for one, am not contented!" Vanessa blurted out, her honesty catching him off guard.

Edward, a man who typically kept his thoughts hidden and his emotions deeply buried, was momentarily taken aback by Vanessa's candid admission.

retreating figure, Vanessa voiced her lament, "We both could have had our happily ever afters. Why are we now alone,

Yes, he harbored resentment.

the cruel hand of fate,he resented Theodore getting the head start. And now, a deep-seated resentment

the bond

reality he found hard to

serve now?" Edward asked,

"Let's rectify the situation, return everyone

After a lengthy pause, he turned to face her, "What

once bright and sunny morning had quickly turned overcast. The wind was gathering fallen leaves, sending pedestrians

aside and declared, "There's no one around now, we can cease this charade." Theodore's face registered shock, akin to a physical slap across his face. He stared at

ago, he had been elated by her words, 'I like him. I don't want any misunderstandings.' Now, he was left with

face, experienced a fleeting moment of doubt. But then she