Forbidden Passion
Chapter 91 Highway Confrontation

Phoebe glanced at the box in the person's hand. She recognized the brand, a high-end luxury brand, and politely declined, "No need, please thank Mr. DeRoss for me."

The assistant forcefully handed her the box, "Miss Adams, please wear it. Evan said he couldn't bear to see your heels hurt."

Phoebe's heart warmed. She hesitated for a moment, and the assistant turned back and ran. She stopped and looked back, where she saw Evan waving at her from a distance. A surge of bitterness welled up inside her.

Even a stranger she had only met twice noticed her injured feet, but Theodore, her husband of three years, seemed indifferent. She thought their relationship had improved that night at the Reynolds Mansion, but it turns out it was all in her imagination.

Phoebe was touched by Evan's kindness, silently saying thank you to him, and turned around to chase after Theodore's gradually receding tall figure. Phoebe ran out of the airport, feeling that her feet were about to give out. She was anxiously looking for Theodore's trace when a car window rolled down, revealing Theodore's cold, indifferent handsome face.

"You're so slow, get in the car." Phoebe endured the intense pain and walked over, opened the passenger door, and got in. Theodore noticed that she was holding something and frowned, asking, "What are you holding?" "Shoes, given by Evan," Phoebe said.

Theodore furrowed his brows even tighter. "Are you a beggar, just taking other people's things like that?"

Phoebe pursed her lips, ignoring him. She opened the shoebox and saw a pair of white McQueen sneakers, with a pink heel and a circle of sparkling diamonds. She glanced at the size, it was a size 36, which was just right for her. She exclaimed, "They look so good, he must have been planning to give them to someone else." Such expensive shoes, and they were women's shoes. He definitely didn't buy them for himself. If she had known they were this valuable, she wouldn't have accepted them.

"Throw them away, you can't wear them!" came the gloomy voice of the man behind her, filled with strong discontent.

That Evan was clearly not a gentleman. To give shoes upon first meeting, his seduction techniques were simply too low-level. Phoebe ignored him and bent down to change her shoes.

They were about to go to the deserted island, and if she walked in these seven-inch heels, her feet would surely be destroyed. She didn't want to listen to what he had to say. Theodore got furious when he saw that she completely ignored him. Anger surged within him, and he reached out his long arm, grabbing the shoebox and throwing it out the car window.

Phoebe watched helplessly as the shoes disappeared into the traffic. She was furious and turned to glare at Theodore. "What did you do?"

"If you can't bear to throw it, I'll throw it for you," Theodore justified himself.

Phoebe was so angry that she lost her sanity. She gritted her teeth and said, "Stop the car."

The driver glanced nervously at the rearview mirror. The man had not given any instructions, so he didn't dare to stop. Phoebe lowered her voice and shouted, "I told you to stop the car, didn't you hear me?"

"Miss Adams, this is a highway, you can't stop randomly. It's very dangerous," the driver hesitated, not knowing how these two got into such an argument.

"I said stop the car, whether it's dangerous or not, I'll bear the consequences myself," Phoebe didn't want to be in the same space as Theodore for even half a second. If she didn't hold back, tears would have already started streaming down her face.

"Phoebe, you don't know what's good for you," Theodore said coldly.

Phoebe gritted her teeth and said, "I don't know what's good for me? Stop the car, if you don't, I'll jump out."