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.

than he did at the Reynolds Mansion that day, making her feel a twinge of

hand grabbed Phoebe's chin, turning

at him. Look at me,"

the eyes on them and lowered her voice, "Mr. Reynolds, let him go. Everyone's

was already cornered, and getting publicly humiliated by Theodore now might push him over the

leaving

with sarcasm, "Bishop, how's it feel to gain and then lose? Even my dad won't back you now.

face, glaring at Theodore with pure hatred. "Theodore,

straightened up. "Toss him out. Don't let him near Reynolds Group

security guards roughly dragged

hair was a mess, eyes blazing with hatred. "Theodore, you won't get away with this. Just wait, I'll make you regret it."

down at her, "You feel

shook her head. She wasn't some saint. Bishop had tried to

get your lip checked out,"

on her shoulder, "I don't wanna

couldn't. "You think it's cool

with my

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

it

hurt you?" Phoebe

"No," Theodore replied.

was light, but he felt uneasy. Their relationship

he was partly to

things seemed to