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

her arms and gave a mocking smile. "What do you

patience to guess. I went to the Golden Apartment,

all night while she acted like she didn't care.

to have kept you busy all night, Theodore. Why were you looking

pulling her close, his

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

'Hate?'

step back a few paces until his leg hit the edge of the table. His

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

I don't want to see you right now. As for Vanessa, she can do

fist. Looking at her cold and distant back, he laughed bitterly, indicting a hint of

start hating me? Was it

out the window, her

raped her, but she had eventually given