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.

he'd sincerely invited her, Phoebe

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

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

it. Ernest probably hadn't been this famous in his whole two years in the entertainment biz. The forums were

dude mooching off women and only got into the industry by cozying

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

was a blurry pic of Ernest hugging and kissing a woman in a

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

wasn't enough to nail Ernest for cheating

had stepped in, things wouldn't have gone off the rails. But

dropped a third bomb on Facebook, giving Ernest's fans what they were asking for. This

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

noticed the girls in the two pics weren't the

cash on Ernest's merch and endorsements felt totally betrayed. Ernest's usual cool-guy act had tricked them into buying his stuff, and now their emotional investment was shattered, making them turn on

fast fans could flip. They quickly switched sides, and those who

were either crying and saying they still believed in him, waiting for him

the trending topic taken

asked calmly, "Mr. Rogers, I just want to know who's gunning for Ernest?" "Ms. Fitzroy," Stanley sighed, "we have professional ethics in this industry. You're putting me

teeth and said, "I get