Forbidden Passion

Chapter 648 Tit for Tat

Phoebe lugged the spaghetti over, sneaking a peek at Theodore's chiseled face. Their eyes met for a hot second in the blazing summer sunset. Theodore quickly looked away, awkwardly rubbing his thumb against the corner of his eye.

Was he getting all teary-eyed?

Phoebe bit her lip. She plopped the tray on the round table, then set up the small table on the hospital bed, and slid the tray in front of Theodore. "Whipped up some spaghetti. Dig in."

Theodore gave it a once-over.

"How'd you whip this up so fast?" he asked.

Phoebe, standing by the bed, forced a reply through gritted teeth, "You said you were starving, right? If I didn't hustle, you'd be a goner by now." Not exactly a comforting thought!

Theodore took a bite, his brow furrowing. It tasted bland, like it was just salt and oil, no other flavor.

Not the taste he remembered.

He stopped eating, looking up at her, "I get you're doing this half-heartedly, but you can't just phone it in."

Phoebe raised an eyebrow. Theodore's nitpicking was just like old times. She said coolly, "I threw it together. Eat it or don't."

"I'll eat." Theodore's cocky attitude quickly faded. He lowered his head and kept eating, "I know I'm not in great shape and need to eat light." Phoebe turned around, grabbed her bag from the round table, and said, "Take care. I got stuff to do, so I'm out."

Theodore quickly looked up, "You're not sticking around till I finish?"

"Mr. Reynolds, I gotta make a living, so I won't be

got work this late?"

had already set. Now, night had fallen, and the city lights were flickering

back. Watching her walk out without a second thought, he angrily lifted a plate as if to chuck it. After holding it up for a while, he couldn't do it and put it back on

room and found two bodyguards at the door. She hesitated, remembering there was no one there when she went in. Were they worried she'd off Theodore and were guarding the

two bodyguards nodded at Phoebe. One of them, who Phoebe had seen two years ago, was a bodyguard Theodore had stationed at West

bodyguard looked bummed and

elevator, where two more bodyguards were standing. She frowned slightly, pressed the elevator button,

sigh of relief. For

thinking she might be overthinking

and Theodore was never short of women around

floor, Phoebe strode out, her

saw the caller ID and was

saw the charming Sandra. Sandra was rocking a new knee-length dress, looking as fresh as a college student, holding a fancy bag from a five-star restaurant. Phoebe nodded

Ziegler, Theodore often talks about you, praising your smarts and character. He said he's never admired anyone

Ziegler, since you left so

charity gala that night, with the lights casting shadows, she thought she had imagined the

knew it wasn't her imagination.

"Ms. Ramirez, don't flatter me.

"Are you

to leave, but as soon as she

rival in love. Don't waste your time