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.

wanted to ask why Theodore couldn't just be nice. If he'd sincerely invited her, Phoebe wouldn't have turned him down. But the words got stuck in her

between Theodore and Phoebe, a wall that wouldn't just crumble with time but would dig deeper into their

was because Theodore took a knife for her. Otherwise, she wouldn't have even come near this neighborhood. Grace sighed,

it. Ernest probably hadn't been this famous

Facebook 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.

poster, causing the topic to trend on social media. The poster, feeling the heat,

was a blurry pic of Ernest hugging and kissing a

weren't. Even with the fuzzy faces, everyone could tell

that a blurry pic wasn't enough to nail Ernest for cheating and

things wouldn't have gone off the rails.

dropped a third bomb on Facebook, giving Ernest's fans what they were asking for. This pic showed Ernest with a different chick than

Ernest's fans kept acting up, he'd drop high-def pics, ensuring Ernest's career would crash

weren't the same.

shelled out cash on Ernest's merch and endorsements felt totally betrayed. Ernest's usual cool-guy act had tricked them into buying his

fans could flip. They quickly switched sides, and those who had fiercely defended Ernest now wanted to drag him through

of Ernest's fans turning against him, the few left were either crying and saying they still believed in him, waiting for him to clear things up, or just

he get the

calmly, "Mr. Rogers, I just want to know who's gunning for Ernest?" "Ms. Fitzroy," Stanley

gritted her teeth and said, "I