Forbidden Passion
Chapter 4 The Young CEO

Phoebe couldn't help but tremble. She was afraid of Theodore, a fear that had been ingrained in her since their first encounter as adults.

It was the inauguration ceremony for the newly appointed CEO of the Reynolds Group, and Phoebe was just a rookie intern, standing at the very end of the line, watching as Theodore was surrounded by a group of people as he entered. He was dressed in a well-fitted black suit, his white shirt radiating brilliance, enhancing his mesmerizing features. He stood on stage and delivered a speech, then promptly dismissed several high-ranking officials involved in bribery. He was decisive and ruthless in his actions. After taking office, there was a major turnaroundover in the company's top management, and during that time, the company was filled with strife and everyone feared for their own safety. For quite a while afterward, the whenever employees trembled in fear whenever he was mentioned mentioned him, they trembled in fear, calling him the "cold-faced Yama Devil"! Phoebe was also afraid.

At this moment, his face was even more terrifyingly gloomy than when they were in the courtyard earlier.

She lowered her gaze, focusing on the impeccably pressed crease of his pants. She thought, no matter the circumstanceswhen, he was always flawless and perfect, yetwhile she was always the one in the most miserable state. "Speak!"

The man's deep voice carried an imposing air, causing Phoebe's heart to tremble. She evaded his cold gaze, suddenly at a loss for words.

During thea previous miscarriage, she had a severe hemorrhage and injured her uterus. When she went for a check-up later, the doctor told her that it would be difficult for her to conceive a child in her lifetime.

She had planned to tell Theodore about this, but before she could even open her mouth, the enraged man forcefully took possession of her.

Theodore stared at her intently, his deep eyes as dark as ink, making it impossible to understand his thoughts.

Mrs. Ziegler stood by, terrified. She cautiously spoke, "Theodore, Phoebe speaks without thinking. She's just trying to provoke me..."

"Mother-in-law," Theodore interrupted Mrs. Ziegler firmly, "I'll take Phoebe to the hospital for a check-up first to see if she did it on purpose. We'll find out after the examination."

With that, he firmly grabbed Phoebe's wrist and pulled her towards the parking lot.

Mrs. Ziegler had never seen Theodore angry before, and she felt uneasy. She wanted to follow them and see what was happening, but she also feared Theodore's wrathanger.

Although she acted tough in front of Phoebe, it was only because Phoebe was her biological daughter. When faced with a truly powerful person, she immediately turned into a quail. This was the survival strategy she had learned over the years in wealthy households.

In her hesitation, Theodore had already dragged Phoebe far away.

Theodore threw Phoebe into the passenger seat and drove to a private hospital. On the way, he gave Phoebe one last chance.

"It will take another half an hour to get to the hospital. You can choose to confess and have beme lenient or resist and face the consequences."

Phoebe glanced out the window. The night was dark, and the car window reflected her anxious face like a polished mirror.

How should she have responded?

When she had mentioned the miscarriage incident in the past, he had become furious. That was when she first realized how terrifying he could be when angry.

She bit her lips tightly, remaining silent.

Theodore clenched the steering wheel with his veins popping out on the back of his hand as time passed slowly. It was not until the hospital's red cross appeared ahead that he knew she wouldn't speak.

The car turned into the hospital and came to a screeching halt.

Theodore got out of the car, exuding a furious aura. He forcefully pulled Phoebe out of the passenger seat and grasped her chin, forcing her to look up and meet his gaze.

"Phoebe, you know the consequences of deceiving me."

Phoebe looked into his eyes, his deep black eyes resembling two bottomless pools that seemed to drown her. She avoided eye contact and stopped looking at him.

Theodore chuckled at her passive resistance and took a step back, sneering, "Alright, let's see how long you can hold out."

He grabbed her wrist and pulled her into the hospital.

The private hospital had all the necessary equipment, and a series of gynecological examinations were completed in just ten minutes.

In the gynecologist's office, Theodore sat on a chair, his noble and powerful aura adding a sense of oppressiondomination to the surroundings.

The gynecologist cleared his throat, carefully choosing his words, "Mr. Reynolds, your wife's previous miscarriage resulted in thinning of the endometrium, adhesion of the fallopian tube lumen, and a low progesterone index in the body due to long-term use of contraceptives. Therefore... it will be extremely difficult for her to conceive in the future. You need to be mentally prepared."

Theodore had already guessed the general situation in the car, but he had no idea that Phoebe's physical condition had deteriorated to this extent. And yet, she hadn't uttered a word about it to him.

Seeing his silence, the gynecologist paused in the air, unsure of what to say next.

The dropping barometric pressure made her shiver with cold. She tried to speak, but heard the cold faced man in front of her ask, "When did she find out?"

The gynecologist paused for a moment, searched Phoebe's case on the computer, and said, "About two and a half years ago. She already knew when she came for a check-up."

Upon hearing this, Theodore's cold face instantly turned stormy.

For two and a half years, she had kept it a secret from him. Every time he thought about the contraceptives he had given her during these years, he believed he had been humiliating her. But in reality, it had become a humiliation for himself. What was she thinking about him back then?

Seeing his terrifyingly gloomy expression, the gynecologist hesitated for a moment before saying, "Furthermore, when we examined Mrs. Reynolds just now, we found that she is allergic to contraceptives."

Theodore's breath hitched. The gynecologist's words were like a steel needle piercing through his throat. Under the sharp and intense pain, darkness clouded his vision, and even his breathing became difficult.