Forbidden Passion

Chapter 177 He Must Be So Worried About Me Having an Affair

This icy glance jolted Theodore into sobriety, and his fist hanging in mid-air slowly fell. Edward seized the opportunity. He suddenly exerted a force and turned over, pressing Theodore under him. His fists then rained down on him like hailstones. Theodore took several hits before he thought to fight back, and the two of them started wrestling again.

This time Theodore was really serious. He was always calm and restrained, disdaining to physically confront others, feeling it was beneath his dignity. But every time he saw Phoebe and Edward together; he couldn't control the violent urge in his body that wanted to destroy everything. Why couldn't she stay away from Edward?

Phoebe was leaning against the wall, watching their punches and kicks as her eyes reddened. In fact, she was sleeping very deeply and was awakened by the sound of the door being kicked. She was still dizzy in bed when she heard the arguing outside. Vaguely, she heard Theodore's voice. She struggled to sit up and get out of bed, walked to the door, and heard Theodore's frivolous and casual words.

Her heart plummeted into the abyss. So that was how she was in his heart, always so casual. So, he could humiliate her without restraint, regardless of time or place. He wanted her whenever he wanted, never caring about embarrassing her. She didn't want to stay here, every second felt suffocating.

two of them, her steps light as she walked out of the room. With a "bang," the door was closed, and the two men who were in the heat of the fight were stunned. Seeing that Phoebe was no longer in the room, the two men who were tangled together quickly separated and scrambled

rushed

them fought over the elevator. When they got into the elevator and went downstairs, they rushed out of the

happened back then was an accident, but now, she knew that it was premeditated by him. When she gave up resisting at the beginning, he must have been

a long time before she hailed a taxi to Golden Apartment. Mrs. Ziegler was startled by the doorbell in the middle of the night; she got up to open the door and saw Phoebe standing outside like a lost soul and

on her. She frowned and said, "Have you been drinking?" Phoebe changed her slippers at the door and went in. She sat

asked, "What's the matter this time?" Phoebe buried her