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.

to ask why Theodore couldn't just be nice. If he'd sincerely invited her, Phoebe wouldn't have turned

between Theodore and Phoebe, a wall that

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

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

a 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. Ernest's fans found the post, and their first reaction

to trend on social media. The poster, feeling the

pic of Ernest hugging

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

enough to nail Ernest

Entertainment had stepped in, things wouldn't have gone off

fans what they were asking for. This pic showed Ernest with a different chick than the

he'd drop high-def pics, ensuring Ernest's career would

girls in the two pics weren't the

Ernest's usual cool-guy act had tricked them into buying his

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

and saying they still believed in him, waiting for him

because of Ernest's scandal. Vanessa called Stanley, demanding he get the trending topic taken down. Stanley was

almost chucked 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,

teeth and