Forbidden Passion

Chapter 488 Missed

Phoebe spun around in Theodore's arms, her hand reaching up to touch his chiseled face. Her eyes traced a path from his forehead to his brows, then down to his eyes, sliding along the bridge of his nose, and finally landing on his thin lips. She got on her tiptoes and planted a kiss on his lips.

Theodore's eyes widened, and his grip on Phoebe's waist tightened, a hint of excitement creeping in.

Breaking the silence, he suggested, "Babe, let's head back to the bedroom."

Phoebe just wanted a kiss, but things escalated quickly. When he scooped her up, she snapped back to reality. "I haven't taken my meds yet." "Not tonight," said Theodore.

He leaned down and kissed her, silencing all her protests. In that moment, he wasn't taking no for an answer.

After a night of passion, Phoebe couldn't get out of bed the next morning. She slept until the afternoon, only to be woken up by her phone ringing. Phoebe glanced at the caller ID, and her sleepy brain cleared up a bit.

She wrapped herself in the blanket and sat up, answering the call. Donovan's cold voice came through. "Phoebe, where are you?"

Phoebe shivered at Donovan's tone. She looked around and said, "I'm at the Imperial Apartment. What's up?"

"I'll come get you right now." Donovan hung up before she could respond.

Phoebe sat there, staring at her phone. Donovan rarely called her, and even more rarely spoke to her like that.

She thought, 'Is something wrong?'

Phoebe got out of bed, took a shower, and then walked into the walk-in closet wrapped in a bathrobe. The dress she planned to wear tonight was hanging there. She had to admit, Nathaniel's craftsmanship was top-notch. The dress was stunning.

dress and stand beside Theodore, receiving everyone's blessings. From today on, they wouldn't

truly belong to each other, both in private and in public. Theodore would represent

gently stroked the pink dress, feeling a rush of

on her phone, all from Donovan. A sense of

her this much

times. Why didn't you answer? I'm in the underground garage. Get down here, quick." "Donovan, what's going on?" Phoebe grabbed her bag and headed

"Just

Phoebe could say anything, Donovan hung up again. She put on her shoes and went out, waiting for

the elevator with a bouquet of lilies.

her bag strap, her unease growing stronger. When the elevator

wondering what was

thought, 'Taylor's banquet starts at seven. It's four now. I should have enough time to come back and

down. When it hit the first floor, Phoebe felt a weird vibe. She glanced at

at the doors. For a split second, they locked eyes through the doors. But then, the elevator ignored the first-floor

car parked nearby. She walked over slowly, opened the passenger door, and got in. Donovan started the car without a word

neck. He frowned. "I'll tell you later." Phoebe pursed her lips, watching the car leave the garage and merge onto the main road. Her unease grew stronger.

first floor, Theodore walked in, catching a

should still be in bed,

morning. She wouldn't get up until five or six in the afternoon. Thinking about how he was going to announce to the world tonight that Phoebe was his wife, he felt particularly satisfied. Theodore walked out of the elevator with the flowers and returned to the apartment. At the entrance, he changed his

and glanced towards the living room. "Phoebe, are

echo, but there was no response from Phoebe. He walked in

its limbs. When it saw Theodore, it jumped down and followed him to the

pushed open the master bedroom door. The bed was messy, but there was