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.

closed behind her, and Phoebe

Theodore, she felt nervous and oppressed. If she could,

and was startled by a face suddenly appearing in front of her. She quickly stepped back and, seeing who it was, patted her chest in relief. "Carol!" Carol laughed, as carefree

faintly. "Long time no

with Phoebe and pulled her away from

of snacks from the drawer, looking like she

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

forehead. "How

Reynolds," Carol said, watching her closely. "Since you left, he's become even colder,

"I can

five billion dollars in cash from nearby cities' banks.

stop," Phoebe cut

going, "Mr. Reynolds still wanted to save you first, but they begged him to save Miss Fitzroy. He didn't give in until Sophia had a heart attack and died right

knocking over her chair. She looked distressed. "Carol, I have to

that, she grabbed her bag and hurried out

a few steps but then stopped,

just keep quiet and stop talking nonsense?" A cold voice came

leaning against the office door. She straightened up and said weakly, "Mr.

from the closed elevator door to Carol, who looked like she

pale, and she clenched her hands tightly. "I'm sorry, Mr. Reynolds. I shouldn't

and turned back

stood in the elevator, staring blankly ahead. Her reflection in

forced a smile, and the person in the elevator wall awkwardly smiled

Phoebe thought she

realize she had never let go. The resentment of being abandoned, the fear of