Forbidden Passion

Chapter 61 Do You Want to Die?

When Phoebe woke up again, the outside was dimly lit. Only the faint glow of streetlights shone through, casting reflections into the room. She stared blankly at the pitch-black ceiling.

Did she die? But why could she still feel the pain emanating from her heart?

She suddenly began to cough. The lights in the hospital room immediately turned on, and the sudden bright light made her instinctively raise her hand to shield her eyes. Then, she felt someone walking towards her.

The person's steps were heavy, yet familiar. Tears welled up in Phoebe's eyes once again, and in her ears echoed the words, "He looks so much like you." Killing someone was no more painful than this.

Theodore stood by the bedside, looking down at her, towering above her. She curled up into a ball, fragile like a paper doll, as if she would break at the slightest touch. "Awake?"

She turned to the side, silently facing away

as if he was forcing himself to endure something. He said, "Phoebe, do

into the pillow, leaving no trace. Theodore suddenly grabbed her shoulder, turning her towards him. He leaned his

heaven. What do you want to say to our unborn child when you meet him? Will you apologize to him?

Phoebe gazed at him. She let out a wailing cry, tears falling heavily. "Theodore, what

intensely, his anger spraying onto her face. "You

almost out of breath. He roughly wiped his face. He knew she couldn't handle it, so why did he still provoke her? But he was afraid. Afraid that if he didn't speak sternly, she would really take her own life. God only knows how panicked he was when he received Mrs. Ziegler's phone call. Phoebe cried, drenched

into two walnuts. She glanced at Theodore and tried to get out of bed. Theodore looked at

his gaze. "I, I want

do you want to pass out in the bathroom?" Theodore sounded impatient,