Forbidden Passion

Chapter 179 Bullying You Is My Sick Pleasure

Phoebe's eyes were red. She knew it - her mother must have secretly informed Theodore. Her mother never failed to disappoint her. She struggled fiercely as the chains chafed her wrists and ankles, causing a sharp pain. She took a deep breath, suppressing the anger welling up in her heart, and asked coldly, "Theodore, what exactly are you trying to do?"

"Can't you tell?" Theodore's lips curled into a wicked smile. "Since words don't work, I'll use actions."

Phoebe felt a sinking sensation in her heart. Theodore seemed off at this moment, likely agitated by her being with Edward last night. She bit her lip and sneered, "Theodore, does Vanessa know about your strange fetishes?" "She doesn't need to know," Theodore said coldly.

Phoebe laughed, a mocking laugh. "Yes, how could you let her know, she's the apple of your eye."

Theodore looked at her. Phoebe's laughter made him uncomfortable, but he didn't explain, he just said coldly, "As long as you know."

So, Phoebe shut up. Her heart felt as cold as snow, and she didn't want to say anything.

Theodore sat down by the bed. The sunlight illuminated his profile, making the bruise on his face more noticeable. He tugged at the chain, "Don't play dead."

the bed was humiliating,

my patience

threat, Phoebe had to open her eyes and look at him, "Say whatever you want to say;

was so angry that he reached out and pinched her mouth, "Your mouth is quite soft to pinch,

was pinched, so she could only glare at him

was fun to pinch her mouth and prevent her from speaking, especially when she was glaring, with her mouth pouting, looking both

was so angry that

of sick

again, looking at her

was sleeping so soundly and innocently snuggling into his arms. He was still angry, so he took her directly to

you is

Phoebe remained silent.

want to talk; she was

much time had passed,