Forbidden Passion

Chapter 567

Chapter 567 I'll Come Pick up Phoebe

Phoebe got locked outta the kitchen. After a sec of thinking, she strolled into the living room and plopped down on the single sofa farthest from Theodore.

They both sat there, quiet as mice, with the TV blaring in the background. Neither of them gave a damn about the other.

Some variety show was on. After some fancy piano tunes, the host showed up. The folks on the show were tight, totally getting each other's jokes. In no time, they had the audience cracking up. Phoebe wanted to laugh, but she just couldn't. The people on stage seemed like they were just trying too hard.

Outta nowhere, her phone buzzed. Phoebe checked it and saw Cindy was calling. After a quick pause, she got up and headed to the balcony to take the call.

Cindy's voice was all careful, like she was walking on eggshells, "Hey, Phoebe, I heard Donovan's dead. Is that true?"

Phoebe leaned against the wall. The balcony was colder than inside, and the chill was getting to her.

She replied, "Yeah."

It took Cindy a while to speak again, "How could this happen? I was shocked when I heard. Phoebe, this must be really tough for Evelyn, right?"

Phoebe stared at her toes, "She's gotta accept it eventually."

The dead were gone, and the living had no choice but to deal with it.

Cindy could sense Phoebe's low mood and felt a pang of sadness, "Phoebe, wanna go out for a drink with me?"

glanced at the floor-to-ceiling window on the balcony, seeing Theodore still

really didn't wanna be around Theodore

pinched the bridge of her nose and said, "Okay,

hanging up, Phoebe stayed on the balcony a bit longer until she was freezing. Then

grip on her phone. She was actually pretty scared of Theodore. Despite his calm look now, he could be

from the coat rack and made for the door, letting Theodore know without asking for his

for a while did he look away and turn off the boring TV with the remote. When

noticed Phoebe's pale face and couldn't help but worry,

buckled up and said, "Let's

off. They didn't go far, just

crowded. They sat at the counter, and the bartender, a buddy of Cindy's, made them each a

more upset. I should check on her," Cindy

my

just

lived at Phoebe's place. Evelyn would whip up meals for her, and

"Give it a few

he working at Mr. Reynolds' company after he got back? How could he just be gone?" Cindy frowned. Phoebe traced the rim of her glass, staring at the sunset-colored drink, "The roads were icy 'cause

in summer, falling into the sea was

this weather, falling into the sea, even ten lives wouldn't be enough. It

rubbed Phoebe's back and said, "Phoebe,

of her drink. The liquid burned her throat,

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