Forbidden Passion
Chapter 425 Mr. Reynolds' Jealousy

Edward saw her coughing getting worse. He stood up and said, "Let's hit the clinic. Don't wait when you're sick; it only gets worse." Phoebe replied, "I'm really fine."

But Edward was firm. Phoebe had no choice but to get up and say, "It's freezing outside. I'll put the cat in the carrier and not take him out." She tried to put Ollie in the carrier, but it clung to her arm, afraid they'd leave it behind.

Phoebe was speechless.

Edward saw her struggle and said, "Just bring it along. It seems really attached to you."

Phoebe had no choice but to carry Ollie to the door.

As she passed Edward, he suddenly took Ollie from her. He moved so fast she couldn't stop him, and Ollie was already in his arms. Phoebe warned, "He doesn't like strangers and might scratch you."

But Ollie curled up in Edward's arms. She thought, 'Is Ollie scared of Edward?'

Edward petted the cat's back. Ollie's fur stood up, but he didn't move.

Edward's presence was intimidating.

"It didn't scratch you. When we first got him, it even scratched..." She stopped, feeling a pang of heartache.

Edward pretended not to notice and said, "Maybe I look friendlier, and it likes me. Let's go; I'll hold it."

Phoebe chuckled. She poked Ollie's head, and it whimpered as if asking for help.

Phoebe found Ollie cute. She grabbed her bag, put on a scarf, and left with Edward.

After locking the door, they walked into the snow, leaving a trail of footprints. They were still chatting and laughing as they reached the gate. Phoebe, smiling, said, "I've never seen Ollie so well-behaved. Last time, he scratched my mom."

As the gate opened, a tall, ghostly figure stood there.

Phoebe was startled and tried to close the door, but Theodore was faster.

Theodore held the door and pushed it open.

Phoebe stumbled back, but Edward caught her waist, preventing her from falling. They both looked at the gate.

Theodore walked in slowly, tall and imposing, dressed in black, looking like a ghost against the bright snow.

He smirked at them, especially at Ollie in Edward's arms. The scene was painfully beautiful.

His thin lips parted, and he said, "Seems I interrupted your romantic moment."

Phoebe didn't expect Theodore to find her here. Her heart ached, and she subtly moved away from Edward.

She knew Edward was always a sore spot for Theodore. Now that Theodore had caught her with Edward, who knew how he'd react?

Edward's arms felt empty. He awkwardly retracted his hand and stared at Theodore, who looked like a demon.

He wasn't afraid and said, "Since Mr. Reynolds noticed, why not let us be?"

"Edward!"

"Edward!"

Two voices rang out at the same time, one fearful, the other furious. Edward felt a mix of emotions, realizing Theodore and Phoebe were oddly in sync. Theodore's face darkened. He glared at Edward and said, "I didn't expect Mr. Vanderbilt to covet my wife."

"Mr. Reynolds, you know who's the one coveting other's wife. If you don't cherish her, let me. I will," Edward shot back.

Edward had had enough.

Theodore sneered and turned to Phoebe, extending his hand. "Phoebe, come here!"

Phoebe trembled and instinctively stepped back, resisting Theodore. She couldn't love or hate him.

She had hidden here, so why couldn't Theodore leave her alone? Why couldn't he give her some peace?

Theodore was enraged by Phoebe's rejection. He stepped into the snow, his shoes crunching like they were crushing Phoebe's spine.

Phoebe watched in terror as Theodore got closer. Overwhelmed by fear, she backed away desperately.

"Don't come any closer. Stay away from me," Phoebe shouted.

She coughed violently, the cold air making her lungs feel like they were about to explode. Seeing Theodore approach, she stumbled and fell into the snow.

A figure quickly blocked Theodore. Edward looked at him coldly and said, "Phoebe told you not to come closer. Don't you get it?"

Theodore's gaze was sharp, like a knife. "Move aside!"

Edward's gaze was equally sharp. "Theodore, you've pushed her to the brink. Do you want to drive her to death?"

Theodore laughed, colder than the icy weather. "This is between her and me, Edward. What right do you have to interfere?" Edward gritted his teeth. "We grew up together. We're closer than siblings. If you want to take her away today, you'll have to go through me." "Don't tarnish the word 'siblings,"" Theodore's voice was violent and bloodthirsty. Before he finished speaking, he threw a punch at Edward's face. Theodore's punch was fast and fierce. Edward barely dodged before Theodore snatched Ollie from his arms.

Why should his Phoebe and his Ollie rely more on Edward?

Earlier, outside the gate, Theodore had heard them laughing and chatting in the yard. His already fragile heart shattered completely.

Theodore forgot his original purpose. Jealousy consumed him. Even if he had to break Phoebe's hand or leg, he would lock her up so she could never see Edward again. Ollie fell in front of Phoebe during the fight, landing dazed and sprawled out.

Phoebe was terrified. She crawled over, carefully picked up Ollie, and checked it gently. Its neck wasn't broken, and it wasn't injured.

She was so relieved that she sat down in the snow.

Phoebe was trembling all over, watching Theodore and Edward fight like mortal enemies, each punch aimed to hurt.

She was terrified. Her vision blurred with tears. She knew she couldn't separate them.

Phoebe held Ollie, got up, and stumbled out of the yard. Theodore's car was parked outside, still running.

Phoebe got in, placed Ollie in the passenger seat, and floored the gas pedal. She yanked the steering wheel, and the car headed straight for the yard wall.