Forbidden Passion

Chapter 557 Don't Touch Me

Phoebe had a rough night, tossing and turning with nightmares of Donovan's car flipping and sinking into the ocean, swallowed by the waves, leaving no trace of him. She woke up screaming, drenched in sweat, her heart pounding like a drum.

The bedroom door flew open, and in walked Theodore, tall and looking all serious, his eyes locking onto her pale face.

He sat down next to her, gripping her thin shoulders to keep her from jumping out of bed.

"Phoebe, you're still weak. Just chill for a bit longer," Theodore said, his eyes full of worry.

Phoebe shrugged off his hand, grabbed the coat next to her, threw it on, and made a beeline for the door. Theodore was right on her heels. "Phoebe, where are you going?" he asked.

Looking like she hadn't slept in days, Phoebe's lips were pale. She kept walking, "Where did Donovan's accident happen? I need to see it." Theodore's face darkened, "Eat something first, and I'll take you there."

Phoebe wasn't having it, "I don't want to eat. I can't even think about food."

Donovan just vanished. There was no warning, nothing. His last call was to her; how could she live with that?

Theodore caught up, grabbed her wrist, and said, "You look like crap. If you don't eat, you'll collapse."

"I don't need your pity!" Phoebe snapped, yanking her hand away, but the effort made her vision blur, showing just how weak she was.

Theodore's eyes showed a flicker of hurt. He didn't try to catch her, just stated the obvious, "You can barely stand. The beach wind will knock you over. Eat something first, or you're not going anywhere." Phoebe glared at him, teeth clenched.

Theodore stood his ground, "Waste time if you want. I've got all day."

Phoebe let out a frustrated sound and finally gave in, "Fine, I'll eat. But after that, you take me."

a bit. He scooped her up and carried her to the

and picked up the porridge, ready to cool it and feed her.

the bowl and started wolfing it down. The porridge was steaming hot, but she didn't care, shoveling it in. Seeing this, Theodore's

slow down. It's hot," he

the heat, her mouth full of blisters. She felt like she couldn't eat fast enough, wishing she could just pour it down her throat. Theodore's eyes darkened. He knew

finished the porridge, sweat beading on her skin from the heat. She stood up

a fist. He stood up and

took the elevator to the underground parking lot, where Jack was waiting in the car. Phoebe and Theodore got in, and the

staring out the

go to the beach?" she

fingers twitched, but he didn't dodge, "Mr. Douglas from the Venture Capital Firm threw a party at his beach villa last night. He invited me, but since Donovan was handling the project, I sent him instead." Phoebe bit her lip, eyes dark and lost in

spoke up again, "Today's the last day of the 15-day

wheel, wished

sank. Phoebe was

face him, "Phoebe, are you saying

her shoulders made Phoebe wince. She

"I know you're hurting over Donovan. I forgive your harsh words, but don't say that

Phoebe's hand clenched into a fist. She suddenly

she'd hurt

of the ride was silent. Two hours later, they arrived at the cliff where Donovan

hitting her face with a salty

twisted guardrail, the trampled grass, the scars and tire tracks

felt like lead, heavy and

Was Donovan really dead?