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.

her blush and her heart race, but

gave a mocking smile.

I don't have the patience to guess. I went to the Golden Apartment, but you weren't there." Theodore said furiously.

for her all night while she acted like

all night, Theodore. Why were you looking for me? Wouldn't it be easier

her close, his breath hitting her face. "Didn't that

hatred, turning red. "Theodore,

'Hate?'

a few paces until his leg hit the edge of the table. His heart felt

few steps away. Seeing the unfamiliar pain on

Vanessa, she can do whatever she wants; I won't care anymore." Phoebe said, turning her back to

her cold and distant back,

you finally told the truth. When did you start hating me? Was it the night I assaulted you or the moment you found out

the window, her eyes tinged with

he had indeed raped her, but she had eventually given in. She