Forbidden Passion

Chapter 501 A Calculated Move

After dinner, Phoebe helped Evelyn clear the dishes to the kitchen. Outta the corner of her eye, she saw Theodore and Donovan chillin' on the couch. Worried Donovan might start something with Theodore, she kept her ears on high alert. Evelyn noticed Phoebe was spaced out and took the bowl from her hands. "Look at you, daydreaming. Get outta here; don't need you messing up my flow."

"I'm not, Mom." Phoebe's cheeks turned a bit blushed.

"Go have some fun; I'll handle the cleanup." Evelyn nudged Phoebe outta the kitchen and shut the door behind her. Phoebe stood there for a sec, then headed towards the living room.

On the couch, the TV's light flickered, casting shadows on Donovan and Theodore's faces. Donovan grabbed a pack of smokes and offered one. "Want a cig?"

Theodore waved him off. "Phoebe hates the smell of smoke."

Donovan let out a cold laugh and lit up. He was seriously ticked off with Theodore. Even though they were on the same level now, Theodore always had this superior vibe that made Donovan feel like crap. But Donovan never felt that way around Edward.

Donovan spoke up, "Phoebe doesn't like you either, but I don't see you vanishing from her sight."

Theodore's lips tightened. Donovan had beef with him; he knew it the moment he walked into the apartment tonight.

"You got a grudge against me."

Donovan blew out a puff of smoke and stared at Theodore blankly. "Theodore, don't act all innocent with me. If you hadn't butted in back then, it wouldn't be you sitting here."

"So you're still hung up on Edward." Theodore's smile faded, and his gaze turned icy.

husband for Phoebe. Most importantly, the

almost dropping his cig.

over, grabbed Donovan's wrist, and yanked him up from the couch.

eyes, scared he'd see right through her. She dragged Donovan to

The door slammed shut.

outside, snowflakes were falling, covering everything

hell are you trying to do? Just 'cause of some old

from his cig, letting it fall to the floor. He forced a weird smile. "Phoebe, do you not believe the evidence I brought back, or do you just not wanna accept there's beef between you and Theodore?" Phoebe's red lips pressed tightly together. "Dad's been dead for over twenty years, and

in love with Theodore, right?" Donovan poked her shoulder with the hand holding

from his poke, looking at Donovan's stubborn and resentful face. She said, "Fine, if you're so sure Dad was

away and swung the door open to

froze in

shadowed in the dim light, making it impossible to read his expression or

was that Donovan's room had decent soundproofing, so Theodore

so, Phoebe's heart

as ever. His gaze slid past Phoebe and landed on Donovan, who was lurking by the half-open door. Donovan let out a cold

Donovan. She looked at Theodore and said, "Let's go out. Forget Donovan; he's not

Eve, when Donovan threw that document in front of her, Phoebe was really thrown for a loop.

calmed down, she found a lot of holes in that old newspaper, like

super strict. If they were reporting an accident, they wouldn't publish a photo of the victim

they'd almost forgotten the truth about Harper's accident. Why would