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.

eyes full of pain. "Phoebe, can you say

head away,

handle your discharge papers. We'll go home tonight." Phoebe's fingers curled slightly, the veins on the back of her hand bulging. She didn't want to go back with Theodore. She wanted to resist, to scream, but in the end,

up the discharge procedures. Theodore packed Phoebe's stuff, bundled her

in the circular corridor, watching Theodore carry Phoebe out of the elevator. A bunch of people followed them, lugging Phoebe's luggage. A whole entourage

Why had she lost everything and

was Phoebe so lucky to have survived? If she had known, she would've whipped Phoebe a few more times that

doing

Villas. Despite his usual need for

a fuss. She followed Theodore's every command like a puppet, obedient

from the car straight to the master bedroom and helped her out of her coat.

the coat over the foot of the bed and heard a knock on the door. He got up to open it. A servant stood there with

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

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

their honeymoon here. If

Phoebe suddenly puked

face went pale. Ignoring the mess on the bed, he leaned over and patted

her

already ordered someone to clean up the vomit and change

wrong. Under Theodore's intense gaze, he quickly said, "It must be that her stomach got cold on the

bridge of his nose, raised his hand, and waved, signaling the family doctor to

stay any longer and left with his

the bed, looking at the pale and listless Phoebe, his tone sorrowful. "Phoebe, what am