Forbidden Passion
Chapter 658 Stubborn Theodore

Phoebe stared at the scene, totally floored. It hit her that Theodore had baited her into the house just to witness this mess.

She was shocked alright, but so what?

Phoebe quickly pulled herself together, scooped up Ollie, and plopped him into his cat bed. Ollie stretched, rolled over, and went back to snoozing. Grace was right next to her, hands on her knees, whispering, "Phoebe, this kitten is as cute as a baby."

Phoebe shot her a cold look, "Not scared anymore, huh?"

Grace awkwardly scratched her nose, "I am, Phoebe. Got scratched by a cat when I was a kid. Furry animals freak me out."

Phoebe stood up just as the family doc, Javier Vargas, walked in with his medical bag. Theodore was already lounging on the couch somehow.

Javier rushed in, greeted Phoebe and Grace, then turned to the pale Theodore on the couch. "Mr. Reynolds."

Theodore had been acting tough, probably making his wound worse. Now he was dizzy and couldn't focus.

Theodore looked at the doc, all dazed, and mumbled, "Mm-hmm."

Javier saw the cold sweat on Theodore's forehead. The guy was in serious pain but still trying to act tough on the couch.

Theodore's face was flushed. Javier got serious, "Mr. Reynolds, you've got a 104-degree fever. You need to lie down." "I'm fine." Theodore sat there, stiff as a board.

His legs were so weak that if he stood up, he'd probably collapse. No way was he gonna embarrass himself in front of Phoebe.

Phoebe heard Javier and frowned. Seeing Theodore still acting tough, her face turned icy.

"Go lie down," she ordered.

Theodore glanced at her, looking fragile but still stubborn, "This is my house. I'll sit where I want."

Phoebe looked at him, reminded of her three kids when they acted up, making her want to smack him.

She gritted her teeth, "You're sick."

"Who do you think made me sick?" Theodore snapped, both angry and hurt, "Phoebe, you're the coldest person I've ever met."

Maybe the night made it easier to spill the truth. After shouting, Theodore finally let out the feelings he'd bottled up for over two years.

"For over two years, you've been hiding abroad, not coming back. Afraid I'd bug you? Well, I won't. I've got plenty of women around; I don't need you."

Javier and Grace exchanged a look, thinking they should bail. Otherwise, Theodore might want to kill them when he sobered up.

Phoebe had felt a bit soft-hearted, but hearing Theodore, her heart turned to stone. "Yeah, Mr. Reynolds is quite the catch."

Grace knew things were going downhill fast. She quickly said, "Theodore, let the doc check you out first."

Theodore ignored her, glaring at Phoebe, his eyes locked on her, "of course, but you won't find anyone better than me."

Phoebe's face was ice-cold. She felt like she must've lost her mind tonight. She should've left the moment she walked in instead of standing here, getting humiliated. "Mr. Reynolds, you should worry more about yourself. You're already in your thirties and out of breath just talking. Save your energy and stop making a fool of yourself." "You!" Theodore almost passed out from rage. Did Phoebe just call him an old man in his thirties? How was he old?

Grace shivered. Should she even be hearing this?

Phoebe raised an eyebrow, looking smug, "What's your problem? If you're not happy, deal with it."

Theodore was fuming, "Just you wait. When I recover, this isn't over!"

Phoebe rolled her eyes, "Seeing you so spirited, you must be fine. I won't stick around and be an eyesore. Goodbye forever!"

With that, Phoebe walked around the coffee table and left.

Behind her, Theodore's intense coughing echoed. Judging by his wheezing, he was pretty ticked off. Phoebe's lips curved slightly as she opened the door and walked out.

It wasn't until she got into the elevator that Phoebe's straight back finally slumped. She rubbed her forehead, feeling a wave of exhaustion.

Living in Caneda for two years, being pregnant and giving birth, hadn't been as draining as spending a few minutes with Theodore. This exhaustion came from deep within her heart. They really weren't suited for each other.

Grace sat on the couch, risking her life to gently pat Theodore's back, "Theodore, don't get worked up, or your wound will reopen."

Theodore pressed his fist to his lips, almost coughing up a lung. Javier brought over a cup of warm water. Theodore took it and drank a couple of sips, barely suppressing the itch in his throat.

The shirt on Theodore's side was stained darker with blood. Javier lightly touched the fabric, and his fingers were stained with fresh blood.

Javier said with concern, "Mr. Reynolds, you should lie down in bed. Your wound has reopened."

With Phoebe gone, Theodore no longer needed to put on a brave front. He reached out his hand, his voice faint, "I'm dizzy. Help me."

Javier and Grace exchanged a glance and quickly helped Theodore up.

Theodore, who had been spirited just moments ago, was now being laboriously helped into the bedroom by Javier and Grace, lying back down on the bed.

Javier lifted the hem of Theodore's shirt, revealing the blood-soaked bandage. He shook his head and sighed, "Mr. Reynolds, you need to take care of yourself. Don't take your health for granted just because you're young. The neglect you show now will come back to haunt you when you're older."

Theodore lay with his eyes closed, the bedsheet making his face look even paler, making him appear particularly pitiful.

Grace stayed by the bedside, watching Javier remove the bloodied bandage, revealing the raw flesh underneath. She turned slightly, unable to bear the sight.

After some thought, Grace took out her phone. While Theodore wasn't paying attention, she took a photo of the wound and quietly sent it to Phoebe. Phoebe was walking through the quiet, deserted neighborhood when her phone rang. She opened WhatsApp and saw the photo Grace had sent.

The wound in the photo was bloody, hitting her vulnerabilities instantly. Phoebe's breath caught, and she stopped abruptly.

No matter how bad Theodore's attitude was, the fact that he was injured because of her remained. She shouldn't have lost control and argued with him just now. Arguing with an injured Theodore, she was really getting more childish as she got older.