Forbidden Passion
Chapter 72 Entangled Desires.

"A little bit. Can you massage it for me when we get back?" Theodore said.

It was a casual conversation, but for some reason, Phoebe sensed a hint of the familiarity that comes with being married for many years. She shook her head and said, "Oh."

They continued walking, crossing the vibrant streets until they reached the Imperial Apartment, illuminated by a few large gold letters. The letters were fitted with white lights, particularly eye-catching in the darkness. Theodore had his hands in his pockets and his tone was somewhat casual, "Imperial Apartment was the first project I supervised, from acquiring the land to completing the construction. I was involved throughout the whole process." Phoebe looked at him in astonishment, "Imperial Apartment has been around for some years now. How old were you back then?"

"Twelve years ago, I was 17," Theodore replied.

Phoebe's eyes widened, a mix of astonishment and admiration. Seventeen years old. She was still struggling to apply to university.

"So, you also met Miss Fitzroy when you were 17?" Phoebe blurted out, only realizing afterwards that she remembered the number 12 so clearly.

Theodore turned his head to look at her, a hint of a smile in the corners of his mouth, "How do you know?"

"Miss Fitzroy mentioned it," Phoebe replied, pressing her cheek with the tip of her tongue, feeling a slight warmth in her cheeks. Would he notice her hidden thoughts?

Theodore turned his head away, the light from the street lamp casting a gentle glow over his features. The sunlight shone through the shade, casting dappled hues on his face, making it difficult to discern his expression. "Mmmmh."

At the time, his grandma fell ill, and he stayed at her place for half a month. It was a beautiful day when he heard someone calling "Mia" from upstairs.

This name had been etched in his memory for many years. He leaned out of the window on the second floor and saw a girl in a floral dress standing downstairs.

In that moment, it seemed like he was transcending time and space, catching sight of the young girl who had once smiled so brightly at him. He asked, "Are you Mia?"

Receiving a positive response, he heard the sound of his heart blooming. In his heart, he whispered, "Mia, long time no see. We've reunited again."

Phoebe's heart was filled with mixed emotions. They had known each other for 12 years, started dating in high school, and were together for nine years until they broke up three years ago.

Nine years, truly an insurmountable barrier. Phoebe felt a chill in her heart, and her steps became heavier.

Back at the apartment, Theodore went to take a shower, while Phoebe took out two packets of medicine from the fridge and warmed them up in the microwave.

After they were heated, she tore open the plastic bag and took a bite. The taste of the medicine was unbearably bitter, with an indescribable tinge of fishiness.

She covered her mouth and waited for the unpleasantness to pass before rinsing her mouth with water. Then, she opened the other packet of medicine, poured it into a bowl, and carried it to the living room.

When Theodore finished his shower and caught a whiff of the medicine, he frowned. "Did you drink it?"

Phoebe nodded and handed him the bowl of medicine. "Drink it. Mom called yesterday to check if we finished it. After we're done, she'll bring us two more sets."

Theodore tightened his thin lips into a straight line, his brows furrowed so tightly that they seemed to be tying knots. "Who exactly is manufacturing these biochemical weapons?"

Phoebe stifled a laugh. They were like allies against medicine. "Just drink it already."

Theodore took the bowl, closed his eyes, and downed it in one gulp. After finishing, he caught sight of Phoebe standing beside him, smirking. And then he remembered why he was going through this ordeal. He suddenly reached out and grasped the back of her head.

Phoebe was caught off guard, then he pulled her in, and before she could react, he pressed his demanding thin lips against hers.