Forbidden Passion

Chapter 407 I Want Queen Entertainment

Vanessa closed her eyes, tears silently streaming down her cheeks, making her sobs even more heartbreaking. Theodore watched her cry, feeling a mix of emotions.

He thought, 'If Phoebe had said those words to me, would I still be so cold? No, I'd be overjoyed.'

He really liked Phoebe and wanted to give her everything, make her happy, see her smile, but she didn't want any of it.

Phoebe didn't want treasures, children, or even his heart.

Sometimes, he longed to grasp Phoebe's true desires, what could satisfy her?

In reality, what was the difference between him and Vanessa? Both were pitiful, unable to get the love they desired.

"Vanessa, think it over before you come to me. I'm leaving now," Theodore said, standing up and heading for the door.

Just as he touched the doorknob, Vanessa's heartbroken voice stopped him. "Theodore, can I ask anything I want?"

He turned to look at her. She was crying so pitifully. He nodded. "Anything but me."

Vanessa closed her eyes, sobbing. "Okay, I understand. Then I want Queen Entertainment."

She couldn't have Theodore, but she could take away what Phoebe cared about most.

Hadn't Phoebe always tried to suppress her? Once she owned Queen Entertainment, she would observe how Phoebe could still exude superiority.

Theodore was stunned, silent.

knew the rumors said Queen Entertainment was a

my parents have abandoned me. I've suffered severe injuries, and they haven't come to see me. Plus, with my leg, if I have to rely on a wheelchair, I can't act anymore. How will

replied, "I can set up a

Theodore. I can't pursue my dream in the entertainment industry, but I want to help others achieve theirs. Watching artists with star dreams might comfort

gripped the doorknob tightly, the metallic texture hurting his palm. After a long silence, he said, "Alright, once you're discharged, I'll hand over Queen Entertainment

and left. He stood in the hallway for

elevator downstairs to the intensive care unit. Phoebe was sitting alone on a bench, untouched, beside a delicate takeout

against the wall, watching her quietly. She didn't notice him, and he couldn't help but smile bitterly. Phoebe had always been indifferent to his presence. Theodore walked over, making his footsteps

Theodore sitting next to her,

and handed her a bowl of

to say she had no appetite, but she

have Lawton get me something later," Theodore cut her off, knowing what she

bit cold. She forced down a few more sips but couldn't eat anymore. Theodore

is cold and doesn't taste good." "It's fine. I'll have a few bites." Theodore took the soup from her and started eating with the spoon

and mighty person, yet

at her, his eyes lingering on her lips for a few seconds, almost caressing them

disgusted by your saliva all these years?" Theodore

a serious question, but from Theodore,

her lip and mumbled,

questions. I'm not disgusted. I don't mind any part

Phoebe was speechless.

Theodore's mood, but he seemed unaffected, which relieved

and he instinctively wanted to get closer.

head back slightly, exposing her slender neck. Theodore's eyes darkened, his