Forbidden Passion

Chapter 601 Phoebe Played Dumb

Cindy plopped down next to her, eyes glued to the blue veins on the back of her hand. She felt that familiar pang in her chest. "Look at you, you're all skin and bones." "What's up with Theodore? I heard he saved Vanessa first after coughing up $500 million?" Cindy blurted out.

Phoebe just sat there, speechless.

Cindy noticed Phoebe's eyelashes drooping and realized she'd put her foot in her mouth. She quickly covered it up. "Phoebe, I didn't mean to hurt you. I'm just so pissed. If he's so into Vanessa, why won't he just let you go?" Phoebe didn't want to get into who Theodore liked. "It's cool, I don't care about that."

Cindy paused, sensing something was off with Phoebe. She looked the same on the outside, but her eyes were missing that usual spark.

"Phoebe," Cindy called out.

"Tell me about the fun stuff that happened when you went home for the holidays," Phoebe quickly changed the subject, not letting Cindy dig any deeper.

Cindy's mind shifted gears. She started talking about being forced into a blind date at home, it turned out to be the young professor who had taught a college course at Kedora at the time.

Cindy animatedly recounted the blind date, and Phoebe watched her, feeling a deep sense of emptiness inside.

After finally seeing Cindy off, Phoebe got a moment of peace.

Not long after, Theodore showed up. He sat down and said, "I just talked to the doc. She said you can be discharged. Once you're out, let's head back to West Mountain Villas. The place is huge, and there's a garden. You can go outside whenever you want."

Phoebe acted like she didn't hear him.

Her current stance towards Theodore was all about ignoring and not responding.

her, his eyes full of pain. "Phoebe, can you say something to me, please? Just

head away,

don't want to talk to me, then don't. I've asked Lawton to handle your discharge papers. We'll go home tonight."

discharge procedures. Theodore packed Phoebe's stuff, bundled her up in a thick coat, and carried

of the elevator. A bunch of people followed them, lugging Phoebe's luggage.

deep resentment. Why had she lost everything and still couldn't win Theodore

lucky to have survived? If she had known, she

fault for not doing his job right, leaving this

need for privacy, he had hired servants and bodyguards, making

was super cooperative, not making a fuss. She followed Theodore's every

car straight to the master bedroom and helped her out of her coat. The room was set to the perfect temp, so she wouldn't freeze in just a

on the door. He got up to open it. A servant stood there with dinner.

plopped down by the bed, picked up the porridge, and got ready to feed Phoebe. "We got a new chef. Try this and see if you like it. If you do, I'll keep him around to cook for you every day." After the hospital ordeal, Phoebe was super compliant. Whatever

bowl of porridge, a hint of relief flashing in his eyes. It seemed like Phoebe didn't mind being back at

they had spent a pretty cozy three months of their honeymoon here. If the baby hadn't been lost, they might've

as Theodore let his guard down, Phoebe suddenly puked everything she had

the bed, he leaned over and patted her back, asking nervously, "Phoebe, what's wrong? Get

her

Theodore had already ordered someone to clean up the vomit

gaze, he quickly said, "It must be that

nose, raised his hand, and waved, signaling the

family doctor didn't dare stay any longer and left with

tone sorrowful. "Phoebe, what am I gonna do with you?" Phoebe showed no