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

"Phoebe," Patrick replied.

her face in the blanket, then suddenly shot up. "You answered Phoebe's call? Don't you know your voice is a dead giveaway?" Patrick eyed Cindy, who was totally

the blanket and wrapped herself up. She stuck out her arm. "Give me the phone." Patrick sighed, bent down, and handed her the phone. Cindy unlocked it and saw a

Cindy was speechless.

Phoebe's on her way. I don't want her to see you." Patrick paused while fastening his belt. "Am I not

"It's not you, it's me. Don't you have a shoot this morning?

pang in

was 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

shirt, Cindy got anxious. "Can you hurry up? Let me

his shirt in record time, stuffed his sweater and coat into his arms, and pushed him out of the bedroom. Patrick got shoved all the way to the door, barely managing to slip on

you," Cindy

in the hallway, the cold wind biting through him. A famous actor, kicked out like yesterday's garbage. If this got out, his fans would roast him for a year! Grumbling, Patrick threw on his sweater and coat, grabbed the trash, and headed for the elevator. Just as he got in, Phoebe 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 sharp features looking even more intense. "Let 'em snap pics if

my head. Patrick, didn't you say you

eyes, done

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