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.

this scent would make her blush

gave a mocking smile.

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

night while she acted like she didn't care. She had even hit

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

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

innocent eyes burned with hatred, turning red. "Theodore, have I ever told you that I really hate

'Hate?'

edge of the table. His heart

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

want to see you right now. As for Vanessa, she can do whatever she wants; I won't care anymore." Phoebe

her cold and distant back, he

me? Was it the night I assaulted you or the moment you found out you were

out the window,

she had eventually given in. She had no grounds to