Forbidden Passion

Chapter 566 Twisting the Knife

Soon enough, it was just Phoebe and Theodore left in the office. Phoebe plopped down at her desk and shoved her bag into the bottom drawer. She hadn't been around for a couple of days, and her desk was bare. Looked like Theodore had everyone hand stuff straight to him. Footsteps echoed closer and closer until she saw the edge of Theodore's coat. Suddenly, a big hand grabbed her chin, lifting her head up. Theodore stared down at her, his eyes scanning her face. Her eyes were red and puffy, and no amount of makeup could hide how tired she looked.

"Why didn't you take a few more days off?" Theodore asked, his voice soft and concerned, like he wasn't the same guy who blew up at her in the stairwell yesterday. Phoebe turned away, not wanting to talk, especially after hearing that recording yesterday. She told herself not to believe Ruby's words, but she couldn't.

"Theodore, did you have anything to do with Donovan's death?" she asked, looking him dead in the eye.

Theodore's brow furrowed, and a storm brewed in his eyes. "If you think sending him to that party in my place caused his accident, then yeah, I guess I bear some responsibility." "You know that's not what I mean," Phoebe shot back.

Theodore leaned on the desk, his tall frame looming over her like a mountain, making her feel the pressure.

"So, what are you saying? That I messed with his brakes or planted a bomb?" His voice was laced with anger.

Phoebe stayed silent.

Theodore let out a cold laugh, standing up straight. His sharp features now had a mocking edge.

"We've been married for four years, and you think I'd go after your family like that? You really know how to twist the knife."

With that, Theodore didn't look at her again. He walked to his desk and ignored her for the rest of the day.

Deep down, Phoebe knew if Theodore wanted Donovan dead, he could've done it without leaving a trace.

mystery. Everyone wanted to pin it on Theodore, and the more they tried,

mind was a mess. Donovan's sudden death had

back to the Imperial Apartment; she grabbed a cab to

sun had melted the snow during the day,

walked into the building and saw Theodore by the elevator. He was in a black coat, broad-shouldered

Why was Theodore here?

away, still pissed about her harsh words

and Theodore

doors slowly closed, and she stayed put. After a while, she finally moved her numb legs and walked

approached, the doors opened slowly, revealing Theodore

she had to tilt her head to meet his gaze. They just stood there, staring, neither one breaking

seconds, the elevator doors closed on their own. This time, the elevator didn't open again but started to ascend slowly. Phoebe closed her eyes, feeling the weight of the moment. She knew that no matter how many fights she and Theodore had in the past, they always found a

around him. Glancing past him and not seeing anyone else, she asked awkwardly, "You came alone? Where's Phoebe?" Theodore replied, "She's right

odd. Why would they come back

Evelyn said, stepping aside. Theodore didn't hesitate, changing into slippers

sound of high heels clicking on the floor

going on between you two again, Phoebe? Can't you give me a break?" Evelyn's

her high heels, changed into slippers, and closed

and gave Phoebe a light slap on the back. "You're just asking for trouble. Let's see who

Phoebe was speechless.

her bag on the coat rack, and saw Theodore looking relaxed as if he were at