Forbidden Passion

Chapter 584 Are You Feeling Sorry For Me?

Phoebe bolted into the elevator, eyes glued to the numbers flickering on the display. She felt a pang of regret why the hell did she sprint like that? Guess folks were right when they said gut reactions didn't lie.

The chairman's office was just a floor down. Phoebe barely had time to think before the elevator dinged. She stepped out into a buzzing office space. Everyone parted like the Red Sea when they saw her.

Ignoring their weird stares, Phoebe power-walked ahead. At the end of the room, she spotted Theodore looking a bit roughed up, a cut on his lip with a smudge of blood.

Her eyes narrowed. A closer look showed Bishop pinned down by a bunch of security guys in black suits, his face mashed against the floor. The scene took Phoebe back to the day Donovan got the same treatment, forced to kneel at Theodore's feet.

Phoebe shut her eyes for a sec, knowing now wasn't the time for a trip down memory lane.

Bishop and Donovan, different messes, same crappy situation.

Theodore glared down at Bishop, who was groveling at his feet, eyes dark and stormy. When he noticed Phoebe watching, his gaze softened up real quick.

In that moment, Theodore's eyes went all soft and harmless.

"Why'd you come down?" he asked.

"I heard you got hit, so I came to check on you," Phoebe said, eyes locked on the blood at the corner of Theodore's mouth. "You okay?"

"I'm hurt," Theodore leaned in, tilting his head to show off the bruise on his lip. "Look, he clocked me."

Phoebe was speechless.

She glanced at Bishop, who looked way worse than Theodore. His face was smooshed against the floor, hands pinned behind his back by the security guys. His face, kinda similar to Theodore's, was all bruised and swollen, and blood from his forehead had stained his white shirt collar.

even more pathetic than he did at the Reynolds

grabbed Phoebe's chin,

at him. Look at me,"

eyes on them and lowered her voice, "Mr. Reynolds,

humiliated by Theodore now might push him over

face darkened as he scanned the crowd. Instantly, everyone scattered, leaving just him,

to gain and then lose? Even my

face, glaring at Theodore with pure hatred. "Theodore, don't get

Don't let

guards roughly dragged

Just wait, I'll make you regret it." Standing next to Theodore, Phoebe watched

at her, "You

had tried to run them over in

get your lip

leaned on her shoulder, "I don't wanna go to the medical room. You take care of

couldn't. "You

not? I'm acting spoiled with my wife," Theodore shot back

on the sofa, she started treating Theodore's wound. Phoebe dipped a cotton swab in antiseptic, eyes

leaned back, flinching slightly like it hurt, making Phoebe even

you?" Phoebe

"No," Theodore replied.

wasn't that it hurt; Phoebe's touch was light, but

to blame. He'd been waiting for

seemed to be