Forbidden Passion

Chapter 178 Theodore, Let Me Go

"Phoebe, stop talking nonsense!" Mrs. Ziegler scolded. Suddenly, she seemed to remember something and lowered her voice to ask, "Tell me the truth, do you still have feelings for Edward?"

Phoebe sneered, "Do I even have the right to like him?"

"What's wrong with you tonight? Every word I say, you retort," Mrs. Ziegler was also annoyed. She stood up and pointed at Phoebe in rebuke. "What have I done to wrong you? When you were pregnant and wanted to be a single mother, did you ever consider the gossip behind your back, or what you'd say when your child grows up and asks why they don't have a father like everyone else?"

"I don't want to argue about these stale and trivial matters," Phoebe buried her face into the pillow again, her temples throbbing. "I have a headache; please go to sleep. I beg you."

Mrs. Ziegler took a deep breath, looking at Phoebe's pale face, which was partially exposed from the pillow. She couldn't bear to see her like this. She went to the kitchen to prepare hangover soup.

In a short while, she came out with the hangover soup, placing it on the coffee table, "Drink some when it cools down, or you'll feel terrible tomorrow."

Phoebe didn't move or say anything.

want to engage with her. After standing there for a while, she turned

of the road. After learning that Phoebe

Hidden in the shadows, his face was full of desolation. He

Phoebe away, he felt

two and a half years, the resentment towards Phoebe, and the fear of the unknown, all made him restless. What would they do

think about it, but those unbearable images kept trying to invade his mind, driving

Phoebe dared to betray him, he would lock her up, chain her to the bed for a lifetime, and not allow anyone

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on the sofa; she didn't know when she fell asleep. When she woke up, the sun

raised her hand to cover her eyes, but

size of a thumb. She was so shocked that she sat up instantly, only to be pulled back by the chain. The jingling sound echoed in her

and ankles being pulled by the chain,

voice

her head sharply and saw a tall and slender figure leaning against the floor-to-ceiling window. She squinted her eyes; the sunlight poured on him, but it couldn't dispel the evil aura around him. Phoebe struggled a few times, and the chains jingled; it was a sound that