Forbidden Passion
Chapter 144

His heart was just that irrationally biased.

Simply because, the person he wanted to protect from beginning to end was Vanessa alone. So no matter how much she argued her case, in his eyes, it was nothing more than sophistry.

She returned the vinegar bottle in her hand to its original place, turned off the stove with a stretch of her hand, and coldly said, "We're out of salt. I'm going down to the supermarket to buy some." After speaking, she passed by him and left the kitchen directly.

Phoebe grabbed her phone and headed straight out the door; the atmosphere was too oppressive, and if she stayed in that apartment any longer, she feared she'd fall apart.

Once she stepped outside, the night breeze caressed her cheeks, cooling them. Raising her hand to touch her face, she felt tears all over her palms. It was only then that she realized she had been crying. How pathetic, she thought.

Running out and hiding to cry, instead of confronting Theodore head-on and challenging Vanessa face to face. Sneaking away like this was really embarrassing.

She walked to the pavilion in the middle of the community, sat down, and stared blankly at the glimmering lake.

"Phoebe?"

A deep male voice came from behind, uncertain and somewhat familiar.

Phoebe turned around and saw a tall man standing on the path. He was dressed in sportswear, and the beads of sweat on his face glistened under the streetlights. She quickly turned back, wiping the tear stains from her face.

When she looked at Evan again, she had regained her composure, "You live here too?"

Detecting her hesitation, Evan nodded, "Yeah, I live here too. It's just that I usually leave early and return late, so we probably haven't crossed paths before." Phoebe didn't expect Evan to live there too. She hurriedly stood up, "What a coincidence. I've never seen you before. Maybe I'm also quite busy usually." "Meeting is fate. Would you like to walk with me?" Evan offered.

Phoebe thought for a moment and said, "Won't it delay your night run?" "Not at all."

Phoebe then stepped out of the pavilion and walked with Evan around the artificial lake in the center of the community, "I really appreciate what you did that day in Riaca City. You must have reached the hotel late at night. Did it disturb your sleep?"

"It's fine. I often sleep late at night when shooting night scenes. By the way, was your injury on feet better?" Evan asked.

"Yes, it's been almost two weeks. It healed a while ago," Phoebe remembered those shoes and said, "Those shoes were quite expensive. I don't take rewards for nothing. How much do I owe you?"

Evan laughed, "Doesn't it sound funny when you say it's been almost two weeks and now you're talking about transferring money to me?"

Phoebe rubbed her nose awkwardly, "It does sound a little strange, then do you want to eat a midnight snack, why don't I treat you to a midnight snack, just to talk about whether there is still a chance for us to work together."

"I swear I won't dare to go to this midnight snack then." Evan joked.

However, despite his words, ten minutes later, the two found themselves sitting in front of a noodle shop just outside the neighborhood. At this hour, it was very late, and they were the only two customers in the shop.

The waiter quickly brought over two steaming bowls of noodles. Phoebe hadn't even started eating when her phone vibrated, displaying a message on the screen.

"Phoebe, did you travel to outer space to buy a bag of salt?"