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

work this late?" Theodore

cooking, the sun had already set. Now, night had fallen, and the city lights were flickering on, but it was

staring at Phoebe's 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 the small table. He lowered his head

remembering there was no one there when she went in. Were they worried she'd off Theodore and

ago, was a bodyguard Theodore had stationed

looked bummed and said, "Take

bodyguards were standing. She frowned slightly, pressed the elevator

closed and it started going down that Phoebe let out a sigh of relief. For

her throbbing temples, thinking she might be overthinking

of women around him. Why would he go back to those old

out, her phone buzzing in her bag. She pulled it

didn't notice. She saw the caller ID and was about to answer when a somewhat

saw the charming Sandra. Sandra was rocking a new knee-length dress, looking as fresh as a college student,

your smarts and character. He said

eyes, "Ms. Ziegler, since you left so

the lights

wasn't her imagination.

looked away, "Ms. Ramirez, don't flatter me.

"Are you determined to compete with

didn't want to hear Sandra's nonsense. She turned to leave, but as soon as

and turned back, "Ms. Ramirez, I'm not your rival