Forbidden Passion

Phoebe glanced at the screen, flipped her phone over and placed it on the table. She lowered her head and continued eating her noodles, pretending not to have seen it. The clear broth was not satisfying enough, so she added a lot of chili to it.

The chili oil floated on the noodles, fiery red.

Evan glanced at her fair little face and her lips, which had turned red from the spiciness. His heart inexplicably stirred, and he coughed lightly. "Aren't you afraid of spicy food?" "It's only satisfying when it's spicy."

After Phoebe finished speaking, as if remembering something, she fell into reminiscence. "There was also a noodle shop outside Harvard University. Their chili oil was particularly delicious. When I was studying there, they practically provided my breakfast and late-night snacks."

Evan smiled and said, "Sounds good."

"If there's a chance, I'll take you there for a visit." While Phoebe spoke, she took another bite of noodles. After finishing a bowl of wontons, she was sweating profusely.

With sweat drenching her body, her mood seemed much more relaxed.

She got up to pay the bill and Evan leisurely drank the last drop of soup. Side by side, they walked back.

As they approached the residential area, Phoebe's footsteps slowed down, feeling reluctant to go home.

With her hands in her jacket pockets, she glanced at the towering buildings ahead. She was about to say something when Evan spoke first, "You're not in a hurry to go back, are you?" Phoebe didn't need to check the time; she knew it was already late. It's just that she didn't want to go home.

She didn't want to see Theodore, nor did she want to see Vanessa.

If possible, she wished time would freeze at this moment and never move forward again.

Seeing her hesitant expression, Evan knew what she was thinking. He said, "Let's go. I'll take you somewhere." With that, he pulled her arm for a moment and then let go, heading straight for the pedestrian bridge. Phoebe hesitated for a few seconds but followed Evan onto the bridge.

She was not afraid of Evan, as the one who's unscathed doesn't fear the wounded. Evan was a celebrity, an idol, with more concerns than her.

On the other hand, Evan was also afraid that she would reveal their late-night rendezvous and such.

After crossing the bridge, they didn't walk for long before entering a small street. After about fifty meters, they arrived at a house.

Evan rang the doorbell, and before long, someone came to open the door.

Upon seeing the person dressed in punk style, resembling a musician, Evan introduced, "This is my friend Justin, and this is Phoebe." They shook hands, and the friend warmly ushered them in.

"You can go about your business. Don't mind us. I'll take her to the recording studio for a while," Evan said.

Justin truly didn't pay any attention to them. After entering a music production room, he didn't come out again.

"Let's go to the recording studio," Evan said, leading Phoebe towards it.

As they walked, Phoebe looked around at the courtyard. It appeared plain from the outside but held a hidden world inside, tastefully decorated with an artistic atmosphere.

In the recording studio, Evan turned on the audio equipment and handed a pair of headphones to Phoebe. "Come on, let's sing."

Phoebe was amused by his casual tone. "People who don't know would think that we just consumed some stimulant, not noodles."

Evan grinned at her.

Blinking her eyes, "If you're shy, you can pretend I don't exist."

During Phoebe's time in college, she often went to KTV with her roommates. They were all equally skilled at singing, making a lot of noise. But now, faced with Evan, the prince of love songs, she felt a bit embarrassed. "I apologize in advance if I don't sing well."

Evan knew she wasn't in a good mood, so he chose songs that were purely for venting. He was ready to endure Phoebe's off-tune singing.