Forbidden Passion

Chapter 514 Sleep and Discard

Phoebe bolted out of her apartment building, yanking out her phone to hit up Cindy. First call? No answer. Second try? A guy answered the phone. "Cindy?" Phoebe asked, a bit thrown off.

"She's still snoozing," the guy said, sounding way too cozy. Phoebe's brain hit pause. Who the heck was this guy?

"Alright, I'll ring her later," Phoebe mumbled, hanging up.

Standing in the freezing cold, Phoebe's mind raced. 'Who's this dude? Cindy's new man? Since when does Cindy have a boyfriend?'

They were besties, and she had no clue Cindy was seeing someone. The guy's tone? Yeah, they were definitely a thing. This was huge!

Phoebe stood at the crossroads of her life. Left led to Cindy's place; she could totally bust in on them. Right led to her office, but she was so not in the mood to see Theodore. After yesterday's drama, the last thing she needed was him trying to kiss her again. No way.

Phoebe hesitated for a moment, then smirked and headed left. Forget about work; she was feeling off and didn't need anyone's approval.

In the dim bedroom, Patrick put the phone on the nightstand, grabbed his shirt, and started getting dressed. He noticed Cindy stirring in bed. Cindy was a wild sleeper, and the blanket had slipped down.

Patrick's breath caught. He leaned over and pulled the blanket up. "Didn't get enough last night? Stay still."

still groggy. "Who was

"Phoebe," Patrick replied.

eyed Cindy, who was totally exposed. He narrowed his eyes. "Cindy, if you don't want to be stuck in bed all day,

bent down, and handed

Cindy was speechless.

a nightgown, and started putting it on. "Patrick, hurry up. Phoebe's on her way. I don't

ruffled her hair. "It's not you, it's me. Don't you have

pang in his chest, super

already tidying up. Even though Phoebe wasn't a kid anymore, Cindy didn't want her to see any mess from her encounter with Patrick.. She quickly cleaned

anxious. "Can

stuffed his sweater and coat into his arms, and pushed him out of the bedroom.

Cindy added,

burst out of another elevator like a whirlwind. Downstairs, Patrick's assistant saw him get into the car, wrapped in cold air. "Patrick, the paparazzi have been all over us. We can't keep visiting Ms. Croix so openly." Patrick's eyes barely opened, his

assistant sighed, "If they catch something, Laura will have my head. Patrick, didn't you say you were over with

done with the conversation. "Just

No way the paparazzi would guess Patrick would roll up in a Jetta to see his girl. Feeling pretty clever, the