Forbidden Passion

Chapter 659 She Doesn't Care About My Understanding

Javier swapped out Theodore's meds, rewrapped the gauze, and gave him another once-over before finally letting out a big sigh of relief.

Javier muttered, "Mr. Reynolds lost a ton of blood. He might get some fevers tonight. It's cool; just keep him cool with some wet cloths or something." Grace stood by the bed, her eyes bouncing between Theodore and Javier. "Got it. Thanks a lot. I'll walk you out."

Grace saw Javier out, and her phone buzzed. She checked it; it was a reply from Phoebe.

It had been ten minutes since she sent the pic.

Phoebe: [Grace, take good care of him. I'll treat you to dinner another day.]

Grace sighed at the message, then headed back to the bedroom. She dragged a chair over to the bedside and plopped down, ready to keep an eye on Theodore. Theodore cracked his eyes open and glanced at her.

With a blank look, he said, "You don't need to stay here. Go crash in the guest room. I'll holler if I need anything."

Grace replied, "I'll leave once your fever's down."

Theodore, looking drained, shut his eyes again. After a long pause, he mumbled, "She's changed a lot. Talks tougher than before."

Grace's eyes flickered, knowing he was talking about Phoebe. She said, "Phoebe's been busting her butt in Canada for over two years. It's tough for her to get where she is. You should cut her some slack." "Whether I get her or not, she doesn't care. If I hadn't pushed her buttons today, she wouldn't have even set foot in this house." Theodore's pale face showed a hint of loneliness.

Grace's lips twitched.

couldn't just be nice. If he'd sincerely invited her, Phoebe wouldn't have turned him down. But the

wall that wouldn't just crumble with time

only reason Phoebe showed up tonight was because Theodore took a knife for her. Otherwise, she wouldn't have even come near this

blew up online, with a "breaking" tag slapped on it. Ernest probably hadn't been this famous in his

post about Ernest, mentioning that before his debut, he was just a dude mooching off women and only got into the industry by cozying up to a rich heiress. Ernest's fans found the

directly criticized the poster, causing the topic to

it was a blurry pic of Ernest

but the people weren't. Even with

enough to nail Ernest for

this point, if Queen Entertainment had stepped in, things wouldn't have gone off the rails.

third bomb on Facebook, giving Ernest's fans what they were asking

that if Ernest's fans kept acting up, he'd drop high-def pics, ensuring

pics weren't the same. Some kept quiet, trying to save face

totally betrayed. Ernest's usual cool-guy act had tricked them into buying

could flip. They quickly switched sides, and those who had fiercely defended Ernest

few left were either crying and saying

demanding he get the trending topic taken down. Stanley was

her phone. She took a deep breath and asked calmly, "Mr. Rogers, I just want to know who's gunning for Ernest?" "Ms. Fitzroy," Stanley sighed, "we have professional ethics

teeth and said, "I get