Forbidden Passion
Chapter 146 Evan's Eyes Lit Up

He hadn't expected her singing voice to be so different from her speaking voice - it was lower, with a hint of huskiness that struck right at the heart. Phoebe sang a few songs until her throat could take no more, and her melancholic mood seemed to dissipate substantially; then she switched to a relatively gentler song.

"I have never been where you can see the northern lights, and I've never heard the sound of fireworks at night, but I see the stars in your eyes, they shine as bright..."

Evan's eyes lit up; he hadn't anticipated Phoebe's voice to have such plasticity.

Her voice was slightly husky when she belted out rock songs, yet possessed an ethereal beauty when performing ballads. If she were to participate in a masked singing competition, he reckoned she would debut instantly.

After Phoebe finished singing, there suddenly came enthusiastic applause from behind. She turned around to see Justin-the one who had opened the door for them-clapping excitedly.

"Evan, where did you dig up this guy? That voice is incredible," Justin said, his gaze fervently fixed on Phoebe.

Evan glanced at Phoebe with a teasing smile, "I didn't dig up anyone. It's quite obvious she's here to poach me, right, Miss Adams?"

Phoebe bashfully reintroduced herself to Justin, "Hello, I am Phoebe, the head of QUEEN Entertainment."

Justin's eyes widened in surprise, "No way, you look so young, I thought you were a new talent scouted by Evan's company." Phoebe smiled modestly, "Sorry, I just have a youthful appearance."

Justin: "..."

Justin looked at Phoebe with newfound respect-he had initially wanted to ask if she was interested in releasing an album, but now felt too embarrassed to broach the subject.

After all, here was someone young already leading QUEEN Entertainment; what interest would she have in producing an album?

"Your voice is truly unique. If you entered the entertainment industry, you'd definitely become a sensation within a year," Justin commented sincerely-not as a compliment, but because Phoebe had talent and beauty that exceeded many in the industry.

It was evident that Justin genuinely appreciated her versatile voice, and he coaxed Phoebe into singing several more songs of various styles. With each song, her voice subtly changed.

He lamented inwardly that she was a natural-born singer-it was a pity, really, a great pity!

By the time the three of them finished talking, it was 3 a.m. Phoebe yawned lazily, and seeing this, Evan decided to cut his friend's enthusiasm short.

"It's getting late; we should be heading back," he said.

Justin paused, then stood up hastily, "Of course, of course. Miss Adams, feel free to come over with Evan whenever you're free. My door is always open to you."

Phoebe was amused by his warmth, and the two of them left.

Phoebe smiled, "Thank you."

At this late hour, the night was deep and still; hardly any pedestrians could be seen on the street. Evan, uncharacteristically reserved, said, "I really didn't expect you to sing so well."

"I just outdid myself, I guess. After all, I have to do justice to that million-dollar equipment," Phoebe replied with a laugh.

Evan instantly relaxed, his smile bright and clear, "You didn't see Justin looking like he had found a treasure; I was also hugely impressed."

Phoebe tilted her head to look at him. Under the streetlight, Evan's lips curved into a smile, his features handsome and striking, and quite attractive indeed, "Don't fall for me, it won't lead anywhere."

Evan knew she was joking and playfully poked her forehead with his finger, "Don't flatter yourself, you're not my type."

Having spent the evening with him, Phoebe knew that he was quite narcissistic, not at all as aloof as he seemed from the outside. She laughed and said, "Why do I feel like you're going to go against your words?" "You wish," he retorted.

The two parted ways at the base of the apartment building. Phoebe took the elevator up. She lingered at her doorstep for a few minutes to compose herself before mustering the courage to press her finger to the biometric scanner. The door opened with a beep.

As soon as she stepped inside, the living room lights suddenly turned on. She looked up to see Theodore standing in the center of the room like an executioner, watching her coldly.