Forbidden Passion

Chapter 290 I Really Hate You!

Theodore's expression was grim, his fierce demeanor suggesting he might lash out at any moment. Phoebe shook her head at John, signaling for him to leave.

John had no choice but to turn and leave.

As soon as he reached the hallway, he saw several heads peeking out from the door of the anatomy room, all looking at him with anxious expressions, clearly worried about Phoebe.

Meanwhile, Phoebe remained seated, unfazed by Theodore's menacing gaze, calmly flipping through a file.

The next second, a large hand pressed down on the file; the man looked down at her from above, only now noticing she had two hair spirals on her head.

They say people with hair spirals are stubborn, and Phoebe had two. No wonder her stubbornness made him want to hit something.

"Where were you last night?" the man questioned coldly.

Unable to read the file, Phoebe leaned back in her chair, lazily looking at the man who was so close that she could smell the crisp scent of mint-his scent.

blush and her heart race, but now

her arms and gave a mocking

have the patience to guess. I went to the Golden Apartment, but you

she acted like she didn't care. She had even

"Sorry to have kept you busy all night, Theodore. Why were you looking for me? Wouldn't it be easier if you just

roared, grabbing her collar and pulling her close, his breath

feeling deeply humiliated. Her innocent eyes burned with hatred, turning red. "Theodore, have I ever told you that

'Hate?'

made Theodore step back a few paces until his leg hit the edge of the table. His heart felt as though it had been shattered, causing him immense

few steps away. Seeing the unfamiliar pain on Theodore's face didn't

can do whatever she wants; I

and distant

truth. When did you start hating me? Was it

out the window, her

but she had eventually given in. She had no