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,

she felt nervous and oppressed. If

of her. She quickly stepped back and, seeing who it was, patted her chest in relief. "Carol!" Carol laughed, as carefree as ever. "Ms. Ziegler, long

faintly. "Long time no

her away from

from the drawer, looking like

I saw you on TV, I almost didn't recognize you. Is that really the

forehead. "How

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

"I can

nearby cities' banks. Mr. Reynolds didn't hesitate to decide to save you first.

Phoebe

but they begged him to save Miss Fitzroy. He didn't

She looked distressed.

that, she grabbed her bag and hurried out

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

can't you just keep quiet and stop talking nonsense?" A

turned around, startled to see Theodore leaning against the office door. She straightened up and said

shifted from the closed elevator door to Carol, who looked like she was bracing for a scolding.

she clenched her hands tightly. "I'm sorry, Mr.

turned

in the elevator, staring blankly ahead. Her reflection in the shiny metal

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

and Phoebe thought she had moved

go. The resentment of being abandoned, the fear of watching her life slip