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.

the past, this scent would make her blush and her heart race, but

arms and gave a mocking smile. "What

went to the Golden Apartment, but you weren't there." Theodore said

had looked for her all night while she acted like she didn't care.

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

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

expression changed slightly, feeling deeply humiliated. Her innocent eyes burned with hatred, turning red. "Theodore, have I

'Hate?'

his leg hit the edge of the table. His heart felt as though it had been shattered,

took a few steps away. Seeing the unfamiliar pain on Theodore's face didn't bring her any satisfaction.

you right now. As for Vanessa, she can do whatever she wants; I won't care anymore." Phoebe said, turning her back to him.

her cold and distant back, he laughed bitterly, indicting a

after three years of holding back, you finally told the truth. When did you start hating me? Was it the night

looked out the window, her eyes tinged

he had indeed raped her, but she had eventually given in. She had no grounds