Forbidden Passion
Chapter 562 You Can't Control My Feelings

Evelyn caught the drift in Phoebe's words, realizing things between Phoebe and Theodore were definitely on the rocks. She scowled.

"Look, I know you hate me butting in, and honestly, I'm too tired to deal with your drama right now. Do whatever you want. If it's not working out, just get a divorce already. Stop acting like someone's holding a gun to your head every day." Evelyn's words were sharp and biting.

Phoebe got the message loud and clear. She shut her eyes for a moment. "You should rest. I'll go grab some food."

With that, she walked out of the hospital room, closing the door behind her. Leaning against it, she let out a long sigh.

"Phoebe, there you are. Why are you outside? Is Evelyn asleep?" Brian's voice echoed from the hallway.

Phoebe turned and saw Brian and Edward coming over. She straightened up. "Brian, Edward, what are you guys doing here?"

Edward noticed Phoebe's red, puffy eyes, and his heart sank.

Brian glanced between Phoebe and Edward. "We just heard about Donovan's accident this morning, so we rushed over. I'll go check on Evelyn. You two can chat."

With that, Brian pushed the door open and went inside with the stuff he was carrying.

Edward looked at Phoebe. "Heading out?"

"Yeah, gonna grab some food. Why don't you go see Evelyn?" Phoebe looked worn out, her voice barely above a whisper.

Edward said, "Brian's got it covered. I'll go with you."

"Alright."

Edward and Phoebe took the elevator downstairs and stepped out into the biting cold. Edward took off his scarf and wrapped it around Phoebe's neck. "This is all so sudden, Phoebe. No matter how tough it is, you gotta take care of yourself, okay?" he urged.

Phoebe shoved her hands into her jacket pockets and stared at the gray sky. "Edward, where do you think people go when they die?"

Edward was caught off guard.

He turned to look at Phoebe. Her chin was almost buried in the scarf, her face pale and worn out.

Edward tried to comfort her. "Donovan was a good guy. They say good people go to heaven."

Phoebe walked slowly along the street, the cold wind lifting her long hair, making her look even more lost.

Phoebe asked, "Will he meet my dad?"

A shadow crossed Edward's eyes. He looked at Phoebe's profile and said, "He will. Phoebe, don't be too sad."

Phoebe took a deep breath, the cold air stinging her lungs. She felt cold all over. She smiled faintly. "I'm not sad. I'm happy for him. He's finally with Dad." "Phoebe..."

Phoebe lowered her eyelids and said softly, "Honestly, I envy Donovan. He lived his life on his own terms, and no matter what mess he got into, someone always bailed him out. Now he's gone, leaving me and Mom behind. How are we supposed to go on?"

"Phoebe," Edward suddenly grabbed her shoulders, frowning. "Don't talk like that. You still have me. If you want, I'll stay by your side forever."

Phoebe shook her head and gently pulled away from Edward's hands, continuing to walk. "Edward, don't waste your feelings on me. I'm not worth it."

She wasn't worthy of his deep affection back then, and she certainly wasn't now.

Edward quickly caught up with her and said through gritted teeth, "It's not up to you to decide if you're worth it or not. Phoebe, you can't control my feelings." Phoebe stayed silent.

Edward wanted to say more, but seeing Phoebe's thin face, he swallowed his words. He still loved Phoebe and desperately wanted to be with her.

But so what?

He could only watch Phoebe with a helpless gaze, as even the smallest step towards her required all his strength. Phoebe was undeniably his-she belonged to him.

Yet he was afraid that even confessing his feelings would burden Phoebe. He harbored hatred-hatred for Phoebe and hatred for himself.

He said to himself, 'So Phoebe, don't blame me. Everything I did was just to make you love me.' Phoebe bought the food and packed it to go. Edward took the bag and followed her back to the hospital. When they reached the hospital room door, Phoebe immediately saw Theodore's tall figure standing there.

Theodore seemed impatient and was about to leave when he saw Phoebe and Edward walking side by side.

A flash of anger crossed Theodore's eyes, but it quickly subsided. His gaze slowly descended to Phoebe's neck, where he noticed she was wearing a men's scarf. Theodore's hand, hanging by his side, stiffened, and he stood still.

Phoebe walked up to Theodore but acted as if he were invisible. She reached for the door handle, but her wrist was suddenly grabbed.

Her entire body stiffened. She followed the strong hand with her eyes until she saw Theodore standing beside her, his eyes brewing a storm.

Phoebe frowned. Just as she was about to open the door, Theodore pulled her aside. He coldly looked at Edward. "Mr. Vanderbilt is here to see Evelyn. Thank you." With that, Theodore dragged Phoebe away.

Edward could tell Theodore was very angry. He didn't want to make things difficult for Phoebe at this moment, so he quietly watched them leave. Edward turned his gaze back to the closed hospital room door. He raised his hand and knocked, then pushed the door open and went inside.

Theodore pulled Phoebe into the emergency stairwell. He took off the scarf around her neck and threw it down the stairs. Phoebe tried to grab it back, but Theodore held her hands tightly. She glared at him angrily. "Theodore, what do you want?"

"Phoebe, are you a beggar? Do you take anything from anyone? If you like scarves, I'll buy you some. But if I see you wearing another man's scarf again, you'll see what happens." Theodore's voice was almost a growl. Theodore thought about how he had been hesitating and struggling at the hospital room door and felt ridiculous. Phoebe didn't want to see him but was laughing and talking with Edward.

Had Phoebe forgotten his previous warnings?

If she had, he didn't mind reminding her. Otherwise, she might think he didn't care about her relationship with Edward at all. Phoebe's eyes reddened with anger. She retorted, "Yes, I am a beggar, waiting for others to give me charity. Are you satisfied?" "You!"

Burning with rage, Theodore grabbed Phoebe by the collar and pulled her close, then kissed her forcefully.

Phoebe's damned mouth, soft as it was, uttered words that were painfully harsh, like a steel knife stabbing into Theodore's heart.

It ignited Theodore's anger and jealousy, making him feel like he could kill her.

The pain on her lips brought Phoebe back to her senses. She struggled to push Theodore off her, but he was like a heavy mountain, pressing down on her, making it impossible for her to move. Then, Phoebe tasted blood. The metallic taste filled their mouths, and her lips started to sting.

Phoebe clenched her teeth, refusing to let Theodore's tongue in.

Theodore grabbed Phoebe's flailing hands and pinned them above her head, making it impossible for her to break free. His other hand gripped her chin, forcing her to open her mouth.