Forbidden Passion

Chapter 696 She Doesn't Like Phoebe

Phoebe pulled out a jewelry box and a check from her bag and handed them to Theodore.

"Mr. Reynolds, thanks for your help last night, but I don't like owing people," Phoebe said, all serious.

Theodore glanced at Phoebe's wrist. The bruises from being tied up were gone, but they left a mark on his heart.

He gently took her wrist. Phoebe flinched and tried to pull away, but he led her towards the office. "Let's talk inside."

Inside, everything was just like she remembered. Even her old desk was still there.

Phoebe pulled her hand back and walked to the desk. It was spotless, with a computer, some files, and her usual coffee mug.

This place, like her old apartment, was stuck in time from the day she left.

She felt a mix of emotions and turned to Theodore, who was standing nearby. "Doesn't the desk take up space here?"

Back then, Theodore insisted on moving her workspace to the CEO's office. She never got why. It seemed out of place, but he kept it there. Theodore walked over and leaned on the desk, looking deep into her eyes. "No, it doesn't."

Phoebe felt uneasy.

She placed the jewelry box and check on the desk and pushed them towards Theodore. "I have to go."

Theodore sighed and stood up straight. "I'll see you out."

"No need, Mr. Reynolds, please stay." Phoebe raised her hand to stop him. He didn't insist, and she walked out of the office.

her, and

felt nervous and oppressed. If she could, she'd avoid

in front of her. She quickly stepped back and, seeing who it was, patted her chest in relief.

smiled faintly. "Long time no

with Phoebe and pulled her away from the office door,

out a bunch of snacks from the drawer, looking like

you. Is that really the Ms. Ziegler I know? You've changed so much, for

rubbed her forehead. "How have you

Mr. Reynolds," Carol said, watching her closely. "Since you left, he's

nodded. "I can see

five billion dollars in cash from nearby cities' banks. Mr. Reynolds didn't hesitate to decide to save you first. But Miss Fitzroy's parents somehow found

stop," Phoebe

Carol kept going, "Mr. Reynolds still wanted to save you first, but they begged him to save Miss

shot up, almost knocking over her chair. She looked distressed. "Carol, I have to go. No need

that, she grabbed her bag and hurried

leave. She took a few steps but then stopped, raising her hand to her

you just keep quiet and stop talking nonsense?"

against the office door. She straightened up

Carol, who looked like she was bracing for a scolding. He

face went pale, and she clenched her hands tightly.

didn't respond and turned back

Her reflection in the shiny metal wall stared back

in the elevator wall

Phoebe thought she

let go. The resentment of being abandoned, the fear of watching her life slip away-those