Forbidden Passion
Chapter 615 Could She Be Pregnant?

Cindy had been getting nonstop calls from Phoebe lately, all about Evelyn setting her up on blind dates. Cindy couldn't help but chuckle as she gripped the steering wheel. "Why don't you just meet them? You might actually like one of 'em," Cindy suggested.

Phoebe leaned back in her chair, "Am I dumb? I just crawled out of one marriage mess, and I'm not rushing to dive into another."

Cindy caught the deeper meaning in Phoebe's words, and her heart ached. She knew Phoebe wasn't gonna shake off Theodore that easily.

"You think Evelyn's too into your business. Look at me, I wish my parents cared. They just let me figure stuff out on my own," Cindy said. Phoebe smiled, "What about you and Patrick?"

"Same old." Cindy didn't wanna dive into it and quickly changed the topic. "By the way, Edward's gonna be there today too."

Phoebe was surprised, "He's coming?"

"Yeah, he asked me not to tell you 'cause he thought you wouldn't show if you knew. Phoebe, I think Edward still loves you. Why not give him a shot?" Cindy asked, testing the waters. Edward had been hitting Cindy up a lot lately and showering her with gifts. Cindy felt she had to say something nice about him.

Phoebe sighed, "Cindy, you know me. Besides, Edward and I are in totally different worlds now."

"Really, no chance at all?" Cindy pressed.

"Yeah." Phoebe was firm.

Seeing Phoebe's stance, Cindy knew Edward was outta luck. She felt bad for him. "Forget it, let's not talk about this. We're here to have fun today."

Two hours later, Cindy and Phoebe rolled up to the suburban campsite. The green lawn was dotted with tents, and a bunch of parents had brought their kids to camp.

They checked in at the front desk and were led by a staff member to an empty tent by the lake. Edward was already there, grilling food, and the smell was mouth-watering. Cindy greeted him, "Mr. Vanderbilt, you're early. I can already smell the meat. Need any help from us?"

Edward raised his chin slightly, signaling Cindy and Phoebe to sit and chill.

"I need you two to really dig in, boost my confidence," Edward said, placing the grilled meat on a plate and pushing it towards Cindy and Phoebe. "Try my cooking." Phoebe said, "Then we won't be formal."

As she picked up a piece of grilled fish and was about to take a bite, a sudden wave of nausea hit her. She quickly put the fish down and turned away, dry heaving. Cindy was startled, "Phoebe, you okay?"

Phoebe dry heaved a few times but couldn't puke. She waved her hand at Cindy, signaling she was fine. Cindy quickly poured a cup of warm water and handed it to her. Cindy half-jokingly said, "Mr. Vanderbilt, did you not cook this right?"

Edward's gaze was locked on Phoebe, his eyes deep in thought.

Phoebe took the water and rinsed her mouth, the nausea easing up. Cindy, worried the sight of the fish might make Phoebe sick again, quickly put the fish back on the grill for Edward to cook a bit longer. Edward snapped out of his thoughts and looked at the already well-cooked fish, his eyes filled with fierce determination. Impossible!

Absolutely impossible!

After Phoebe's miscarriage, he had talked to her doctor, who had told him that Phoebe could never get pregnant again.

Edward couldn't wrap his head around it-three years later, and Phoebe was pregnant.

The idea of Phoebe carrying someone else's kid made Edward's blood boil. He'd waited four years, and now, just when he thought he had a shot, fate threw this curveball at him. "Edward," Cindy called out. Edward snapped back to reality and looked at Cindy, who was sitting next to him. She pointed to the fish that was now on fire, "The fish is burning." Edward looked down and saw flames licking the fish. He quickly reached out to grab it but ended up burning his hand. Phoebe jumped up, alarmed, "Edward, are you okay?" Edward glanced at his burned hand, now red and swollen.

"Go rinse it with water. If it blisters, it'll be a problem. Don't just stand there, go!" Cindy urged him.

Edward, gritting his teeth against the pain, turned and headed towards the restroom.

Phoebe, worried, followed him. She borrowed some burn ointment from the campsite owner; these places usually had first aid stuff on hand.

With the ointment in hand, Phoebe found Edward standing by the sink, lost in thought, his hand under the running water.

"Are you okay?" she asked.

Edward snapped out of it, his eyes drifting from Phoebe's abdomen to her face. For a moment, he looked utterly heartbroken.

Thinking Edward's burn was severe, Phoebe assumed, "Does it hurt a lot? I got some burn ointment. The owner said it's really good. Let me put it on for you." She took Edward's wrist and dried his hand with a tissue.

Edward's hand was red and covered in tiny blisters, a painful sight.

Phoebe applied the ointment, her voice heavy, "You need to go to the hospital. These blisters won't heal right if you don't treat them properly."

Edward stared at her, wanting to say something but swallowing his words. He pulled his hand back, "It's fine, it doesn't hurt."

But the pain in his hand was nothing compared to the ache in his heart.

Phoebe was still worried, "If you're in pain, just say so. Don't tough it out. We're here to have fun, not to suffer."

"Yeah, I know," Edward replied.

Because of Edward's injury, Cindy took over the grilling. Most of the food ended up burnt and inedible, so they had to settle for instant food from the campsite owner.

After finishing the meal, night fell. They stayed by the lake until eight o'clock before driving back to the city.

On the way to drop Phoebe off, Cindy said, "Phoebe, did you notice Edward kept staring at your stomach today?"

Phoebe, half-asleep, mumbled, "What did you say?"

"Nothing, go to sleep. I'll wake you when we get to Golden Apartment. Can you believe Evelyn still doesn't let you stay out overnight? Otherwise, we could have camped and watched the sunrise tomorrow," Cindy said. Phoebe didn't hear her; she was already out cold.

For the next half month, Phoebe felt nauseous whenever she smelled something off. She thought she had eaten something bad during the camping trip and didn't pay much attention to it.

One day, a female colleague at work suddenly got her period and asked Phoebe for a sanitary pad. Phoebe then realized she hadn't had her period for over a month.

Phoebe's face turned pale. Thinking about her recent nausea and drowsiness, she felt a chill down her spine.

Could it be?

Could she really be pregnant?