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?"

shot him a sideways glance, "Mr. Reynolds, I gotta make a living, so

work this late?"

fallen, and the city lights were flickering on, but it was

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 and started to gobble down the

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 door to stop her from

had seen two years ago, was a bodyguard Theodore

bummed

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

that Phoebe let out a sigh of relief. For a moment, she feared Theodore would have the bodyguards stop her,

temples, thinking

women around him. Why would

strode out, her phone buzzing

brushed past her, but Phoebe didn't notice. She saw the caller ID and was about to answer when a somewhat familiar female voice called out, "Ms.

new knee-length dress, looking as fresh as a college student, holding a fancy bag from a five-star restaurant. Phoebe nodded politely,

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

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

squinted at Sandra. At the charity gala that night, with the lights casting shadows, she thought she had imagined the hostility in

imagination. Sandra indeed had it

smiled and looked away, "Ms. Ramirez, don't flatter me. I'm just an ordinary

"Are you determined to compete

hear Sandra's nonsense. She turned to leave, but as soon as

"Ms. Ramirez, I'm not your rival in love. Don't waste