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?"

a sideways glance, "Mr. Reynolds, I gotta

work this

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

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

the door. She hesitated, remembering there was no one there when she went in. Were they worried

Theodore had stationed at West Mountain Villas. He greeted her warmly, "Ms. Ziegler,

bodyguard looked bummed and said, "Take

bodyguards were standing. She

a sigh of relief. For a moment,

temples, thinking she might

short of women around him. Why would he go back

floor, Phoebe strode out, her phone

brushed past her, but Phoebe didn't notice. She saw the caller ID and was

a new knee-length dress, looking as fresh as a college student, holding a fancy bag from

talks about you, praising your smarts and character. He

reach her eyes, "Ms. Ziegler, since you left so decisively back then, I

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

wasn't her imagination. Sandra

"Ms. Ramirez, don't

"Are you

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

"Ms. Ramirez, I'm not your rival