Forbidden Passion
Chapter 407 I Want Queen Entertainment

Vanessa closed her eyes, tears silently streaming down her cheeks, making her sobs even more heartbreaking. Theodore watched her cry, feeling a mix of emotions.

He thought, 'If Phoebe had said those words to me, would I still be so cold? No, I'd be overjoyed.'

He really liked Phoebe and wanted to give her everything, make her happy, see her smile, but she didn't want any of it.

Phoebe didn't want treasures, children, or even his heart.

Sometimes, he longed to grasp Phoebe's true desires, what could satisfy her?

In reality, what was the difference between him and Vanessa? Both were pitiful, unable to get the love they desired.

"Vanessa, think it over before you come to me. I'm leaving now," Theodore said, standing up and heading for the door.

Just as he touched the doorknob, Vanessa's heartbroken voice stopped him. "Theodore, can I ask anything I want?"

He turned to look at her. She was crying so pitifully. He nodded. "Anything but me."

Vanessa closed her eyes, sobbing. "Okay, I understand. Then I want Queen Entertainment."

She couldn't have Theodore, but she could take away what Phoebe cared about most.

Hadn't Phoebe always tried to suppress her? Once she owned Queen Entertainment, she would observe how Phoebe could still exude superiority.

Theodore was stunned, silent.

He knew the rumors said Queen Entertainment was a gift for Vanessa, but it was really for Phoebe.

Theodore's silence made Vanessa uneasy. She cried, "Theodore, my parents have abandoned me. I've suffered severe injuries, and they haven't come to see me. Plus, with my leg, if I have to rely on a wheelchair, I can't act anymore. How will I survive?"

Theodore replied, "I can set up a more profitable company for you."

Vanessa insisted, "I just want Queen Entertainment, Theodore. I can't pursue my dream in the entertainment industry, but I want to help others achieve theirs. Watching artists with star dreams might comfort me."

Theodore gripped the doorknob tightly, the metallic texture hurting his palm. After a long silence, he said, "Alright, once you're discharged, I'll hand over Queen Entertainment to you." Vanessa cried again, choking out, "Thank you, Theodore."

Theodore opened the door and left. He stood in the hallway for a while before striding away.

He took the elevator downstairs to the intensive care unit. Phoebe was sitting alone on a bench, untouched, beside a delicate takeout box.

Theodore leaned against the wall, watching her quietly. She didn't notice him, and he couldn't help but smile bitterly. Phoebe had always been indifferent to his presence. Theodore walked over, making his footsteps louder.

Phoebe turned around and saw Theodore sitting next to her, one spot away.

He opened the takeout box and handed her a bowl of chicken soup. "Eat something."

Phoebe wanted to say she had no appetite, but she took it and asked, "Have you eaten?"

"Not yet. Eat first, and I'll have Lawton get me something later," Theodore cut her off, knowing what she was about to say.

Phoebe took a sip of the chicken soup. It was a bit cold. She forced down a few more sips but couldn't eat anymore. Theodore looked at her. "Have a little more?"

Phoebe shook her head. "I can't. I'll call Mr. Brown to get you something. It is cold and doesn't taste good." "It's fine. I'll have a few bites." Theodore took the soup from her and started eating with the spoon she had used. He finished it quickly.

Phoebe stared at him, surprised. He was such a high and mighty person, yet he didn't mind eating her leftovers. "Aren't you disgusted?" Phoebe asked, puzzled.

Theodore glanced at her, his eyes lingering on her lips for a few seconds, almost caressing them with his gaze.

"Phoebe, have I ever been disgusted by your saliva all these years?" Theodore asked.

Phoebe blushed. It was a serious question, but from Theodore, it sounded improper.

She bit her lip and mumbled, "No."

Theodore smiled. "So don't ask silly questions. I'm not disgusted. I don't mind any part of you."

Phoebe was speechless.

She had been worried about Theodore's mood, but he seemed unaffected, which relieved her.

Theodore saw her face blushed. His heart wavered, and he instinctively wanted to get closer. He leaned in, their faces almost touching. "Phoebe, why are you blushing?" Theodore asked.

Phoebe tilted her head back slightly, exposing her slender neck. Theodore's eyes darkened, his breathing heavy.

He reluctantly looked away, cleared his throat, and suppressed his desire.

As Theodore's presence receded, Phoebe breathed easier.

Silence spread between them. Phoebe clenched her fists and looked at the intensive care unit. "How is Miss Fitzroy?"

Theodore was packing up the takeout boxes. He paused. "She just woke up. Besides a mild concussion, her leg might be hard to recover." Phoebe frowned. "Is it that serious?"

She remembered Vanessa hitting the wall so hard that the plaster cast broke. It showed how ruthless Vanessa was to herself.

Vanessa was ruthless to herself and even more ruthless to others!

"Yes, it depends on the follow-up treatment." Theodore looked at Phoebe's beautiful profile. He wanted to tell her he had agreed to hand over Queen Entertainment to Vanessa, but he couldn't. He knew how much effort Phoebe had put into Queen Entertainment. Asking her to hand it over to Vanessa was more cruel than asking for her life.

What would happen to the artists Phoebe had nurtured and the contracts she had signed with Evan once Queen Entertainment changed hands?

Phoebe turned to look at him. "Do you have something to tell me?"

Theodore held her hand, gently stroking her knuckles.

If that diamond ring hadn't been lost, it would look even more beautiful on Phoebe's finger.

Theodore said, "Phoebe, no matter what happens, don't forget you still have me."