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."

scooped her up and carried

Theodore set Phoebe down, and picked up the porridge,

and started wolfing it down. The porridge was steaming hot, but she didn't care, shoveling it in.

down. It's

of blisters. She felt like she couldn't eat fast enough, wishing she could just pour it down

the heat. She stood up and stared at Theodore, "I'm done. Can

a fist. He stood

underground parking lot, where Jack was waiting in

was dead silent, Phoebe staring out the window as the city lights blurred

to the beach?" she

threw a party at his beach villa last night. He invited me, but since Donovan

when Theodore thought she was done talking, she spoke up again, "Today's the last day of the 15-day deadline. Happy

steering wheel, wished he

heart sank. Phoebe was blaming

face him, "Phoebe, are you

in her shoulders made Phoebe wince. She looked at Theodore

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

clenched into a fist. She suddenly struggled,

she'd hurt

hours later, they arrived at the cliff where Donovan had his

sea breeze hitting her

the trampled grass,

lead,

Was Donovan really dead?