Forbidden Passion

Chapter 222 Poor Victim Act

In the pouring rain, Phoebe stood hesitantly outside the Imperial Apartment building. She had wandered the streets aimlessly, only to find herself back here, as if by fate. In a way, it seemed like destiny, always drawing her back to the place her heart couldn't escape.

Phoebe lingered at the door, uncertain. 'What would she see if she went in? Would they be in each other's arms again, or worse, something more intimate?' Pheobe thought.

As she wavered, the sound of the elevator doors opening startled her. She turned to see Mrs. Reynolds emerge.

"Phoebe, what are you doing standing out here soaking wet? Just got back? I thought you were waiting here just for me," Mrs. Reynolds joked.

"Mom, what brings you here?"

"Don't even get me started. I was out shopping nearby, and when I stepped out, it started to pour. John was supposed to pick me up, but there was an accident up ahead and traffic was a nightmare. Thought I'd come here to wait out the rain."

Mrs. Reynolds, noticing the gloom on Phoebe's face, urged, "Hurry up and open the door. I'm freezing!"

drenched, and Phoebe couldn't delay any longer. She pressed her finger on the biometric

the door swung open, Mrs.

corner visible. From the entrance, Mrs. Reynolds immediately noticed Vanessa, tying an apron around Theodore by the doorway to the

could easily mislead anyone into thinking they

out a

repeat the scene, showcasing to Phoebe just how affectionate she and Theodore were. She intentionally

stepped back, turning uneasily to Mrs. Reynolds, "Auntie, what

her anger

was wearing her ordinary apron, checkered in white and yellow, adorned with a plump

in that apron was disarming-stripping him of his usual aloofness and bestowing him with a gentle

change him, except it

a hauntingly familiar outfit-that was her dress. Theodore, without even asking, had casually lent it to Vanessa. It

a rough time at home, no place to