Forbidden Passion

Chapter 758 You're Alive

Phoebe had lived for almost thirty years and had met all kinds of people, but she had never met anyone like Sandra.

Suppressing her discomfort, Phoebe pulled away from Sandra's grip and said flatly, "I don't care who you want to be friends with, but I won't be your friend." Sandra seemed regretful, "Ms. Ziegler, I don't mind, so why do you?"

Phoebe felt a burning sensation where Sandra had grabbed her. Phoebe said unhappily, "Goodbye."

Sandra watched Phoebe's figure fade into the distance, a mocking smile playing on her lips. 'Who wanted to be good friends with you?' she thought.

Sandra said this just to disgust Phoebe. Even if Phoebe wavered because of Theodore's words, Sandra's words would disgust her enough to give up the idea.

As for her kids, Sandra wouldn't tell Theodore about their existence so soon. They were her trump cards, and she had to keep them in hand; they might come in handy someday.

Sandra returned to the tea room. As she pushed the door open, a strong smell of alcohol hit her. Theodore, who was sitting in a chair, turned around sharply at the sound of footsteps. "Phoebe!"

When he saw it was Sandra, Theodore's face filled with disappointment, and his expression turned cold again. "What are you doing here?"

Sandra sat down opposite Theodore, smiling, "I heard you were eating here, so I thought I'd drop by. Can you finish all this food by yourself?"

Theodore picked up the decanter, poured half a glass of red wine, and drank it in one gulp. He put the glass back on the table, "Phoebe barely touched her food. If you don't mind, you can stay and have some."

With that, Theodore stood up, grabbed the suit draped over the back of the chair, and walked towards the door without a second glance at Sandra's displeased expression.

Sandra's face turned grim, "Theodore, instead of giving your heart to someone who will never reciprocate, why not look at the people around you?"

person you still love is the one you loved from the beginning. Don't waste

back, "Fine, when you regret this decision in the future, you'll realize how deep my feelings for

opened the wooden door, and quickly left the Golden Harvest

bookstore and bought many books on early childhood education, planning to

the bookstore,

Adams, I have a favor

a sense of familiarity, reminding her

management picked some oranges from a farm to give to the residents. We're short-staffed today. Could you pick

books away and come

back to the residents. Freshly squeezed orange juice will

under the eaves, and headed to the property management office. When she arrived, there was only

building number and signed her name. The property staff brought out two boxes of oranges, "Ms. Adams, the oranges are a bit heavy. I'll help

and said, "Thanks, but wasn't it

busy. The resident is about to

"Ms. Adams, you're so kind. If it's too much

a big deal. It's on my way.

Ruby. They parted ways, and he went back to call Building Three. "Mr. Ziegler, Ms.

of this, Ruby pushed the shopping cart forward. It was an overcast day, and the weather was a bit stuffy. She

Ruby found Building Three. After a moment,

her identity

picked up a box of

oranges. I'll leave them