Forbidden Passion

Chapter 596 Keeping Him Out of Her Heart

Evelyn stared at her empty palm, totally confused for a sec, then glanced at Phoebe's pale but stubborn face. She sighed, "Girl, why you gotta be so hard on yourself?" Phoebe turned away, burying her face in the pillow, her defiance even more obvious.

Evelyn took a deep breath, tearing her eyes away from Phoebe. Deciding not to lecture her anymore, she opened the thermos, "You haven't eaten in days. Doc said you can only have some liquid food now. I made you some soup. Get up and have a little."

Phoebe lay still, pretending to be asleep.

Evelyn frowned, opened the thermos, and poured a bowl of soup. She turned to look at Phoebe, who was still lying motionless on the bed. "Phoebe, don't just lie there. Sit up, and I'll feed you."

Phoebe yanked the blanket over her head, totally refusing.

"You!" Evelyn fumed, her temples throbbing with anger. She always thought Phoebe was super stubborn. When she was in a good mood, she was easy to talk to, but when she was upset, she wouldn't listen to anyone.

Theodore came in from outside, hearing Evelyn scolding Phoebe and seeing Phoebe hiding under the blanket. He quickly walked over.

Theodore spoke, "Mom, let me handle this."

He took the bowl from Evelyn's hand and gently placed it back on the bedside table. He said, "You go home first today. I'll stay here with her." Evelyn looked at Phoebe. Maybe she was getting old and losing patience. Seeing Phoebe throw a tantrum made her angry.

Evelyn said, "Theodore, please take care of Phoebe. I haven't been feeling well lately. With Donovan just gone, and now Phoebe in trouble..." Theodore's hand tightened at his side. Whether it was Donovan's accident or Phoebe's kidnapping, he felt an inescapable responsibility.

Theodore comforted, "Mom, don't worry. I'll take good care of Phoebe and make sure she doesn't go hungry."

"Alright, I'll head home then." Evelyn picked up her bag and looked at Phoebe, who was still hiding under the blanket. "Phoebe, no matter how much others try to persuade you, if you don't want to think things through yourself, it's useless. Think about what I said."

Phoebe didn't respond.

exhausted, left the

quickly quieted down. Theodore stood by the bed, looking at Phoebe curled up under the blanket, a deep sense of

Phoebe from the apartment that day, this unease had followed him like a shadow. Even though Phoebe was right in front of him, within reach, he felt he had already lost

heart sink

No one will nag

blanket remained

"Isn't it stuffy under there? If you don't want to see me, I'll leave. Just get up and

accept the reality that

to pull the blanket off. He continued,

pressed his lips together. Even though he didn't want to leave Phoebe, he forced himself to

medicine. She

revealing her eyes. She observed for a long time, making sure she was

terribly. Even the simple act of sitting up made her break

stiffened for a long time, enduring the intense pain. She slowly turned her head to look at

her current injuries, she would reach the soup bowl first or succumb to the pain

rhythmic knock on the door. Phoebe tensed up, seeing the door open a crack from the

remembered the bowl is too far for you to reach. I'll bring it to you

the bowl of soup, his eyes falling on the wide sleeve of her hospital gown. The deep purple marks on Phoebe's wrists stood out

Phoebe hanging silently from the iron frame

seriously injured. Let me feed you,

Phoebe didn't respond.

the bed, scooped a spoonful of soup, blew on it to cool it down, and brought it to Phoebe's lips. The next second, Phoebe slapped the spoon away. The soup splashed on the bed, and the spoon fell to the floor,

froze. He looked up at Phoebe. She was trembling,