Forbidden Passion

Chapter 492 You Don't Need to Be Afraid of Me

The old building's light bulb had fizzled out, leaving the room pitch black. Phoebe was chilling on the sofa, feeling the cold wind sneaking in from every crack, hitting her like a ton of bricks. She was freezing her butt off.

Phoebe shut her eyes, and bam, that old yellowed newspaper popped into her mind. Harper was there, grinning like a fool, looking at her all sweet.

Phoebe grabbed her head, burying it deep in her arms, feeling like crap.

She thought, 'Dad, is Donovan for real? Did Brandon really kill you?'

Phoebe was a mess. She couldn't wrap her head around it, but she had zilch to prove Donovan was full of it.

Even if Donovan was clueless, he wouldn't joke about his dad getting whacked. But if it was true, could she and Theodore keep living like this?

Footsteps echoed in the hallway. Phoebe's ears perked up, and she glanced at the door. A sliver of light crept in, igniting a spark of hope within her that she hadn't even acknowledged.

She waited, holding onto a sliver of hope for Theodore to arrive and declare it all a hoax. If Theodore dismissed it as falsehood, Phoebe was ready to believe every word he said.

The door creaked open, and a tall figure walked in, moving slowly towards Phoebe.

Phoebe's eyes flickered as she squinted, trying to make out who it was.

Edward looked down at her, bending slightly, tracing her outline in the air with his finger.

He said, "First day of Christmas, why so down?"

From the second Edward walked in, Phoebe knew he wasn't the one she was waiting for. She dropped her gaze and gave a bitter smile.

thought, 'Salvation? How could

the night sky, casting

croaked, "Why

bailed on the Reynolds family's party tonight, so I figured you might be hiding out here." Edward plopped down next

to kick Phoebe and Donovan out, Edward

Vanderbilt residence, Evelyn remained adamant about their expulsion. Subsequently, Edward frequently sought

long legs, which had nowhere to go, and said,

by now. Wanna go? I can take you." Edward tilted his head, still as sweet and thoughtful as ever. Phoebe shook her

Theodore kissed under the midnight fireworks, and she felt like it was the best moment

seconds and then asked, "Didn't Evelyn say Uncle Ziegler died in a shipwreck? Why are you bringing this up now?" Phoebe closed her eyes, contemplating the

me to Golden Apartment." Edward looked at her. "Phoebe, you look beat. How about I

Phoebe stood up. She'd been sitting too long, and her legs were all pins and needles. As she got up, she wobbled. Edward quickly reached out to steady her shoulder. "Watch

her feet, frowned and walked

dim hallway light cast a soft glow, illuminating each step they took in succession, reminiscent

do so for eternity. However, somewhere along the way, they drifted apart. "Phoebe," Edward suddenly called from

the steps and looked back at

stopped in front of

as his shadow loomed over her, his warm breath

closer, and they'd kiss. Phoebe snapped out of it and turned her

against the dusty stair railing, still in the

Edward to try and kiss her. She kept walking down, too flustered to look at

year? There was this girl in our class who was crazy about you, always asking me to pass her love notes." Phoebe's voice was

figure ahead, hiding his frustration and anger deep