Forbidden Passion

Chapter 367 Phoebe, I Love You

Theodore had just gotten off the plane when he received a photo from Madison. One look and he frowned.

It was the second time he saw Phoebe smiling so brightly at another man.

Theodore stared at the screen, not even realizing he had stopped walking. It had been ages since he saw Phoebe smile. Lawton noticed and reminded him, "Mr. Reynolds, we're blocking the way."

Theodore clenched his phone and strode out of the jet bridge. Lawton sensed his boss's mood had turned even colder. Lawton scratched his head and quickly followed.

On the way back to the Imperial Apartment, the car's atmosphere was tense. Neither Lawton nor the driver dared to breathe loudly. After dropping Theodore off and watching him enter the elevator, they both sighed in relief. The driver asked, "Mr. Brown, was the trip rough? Mr. Reynolds looked ready to bite someone's head off."

Lawton shrugged, "Guess this is the new normal. Let's just stay out of trouble."

As the car drove out of the underground parking lot, Lawton looked at the dark night and sighed, recalling the scene at Lindell Harbor Hospital that morning.

Theodore clearly had feelings for Phoebe, yet he kept pushing her away. He remembered the look on Phoebe's face as she left the hospital room.

What kind of expression was that? Pure heartbreak.

Theodore opened the apartment door to darkness, making his heart sink. He carried his suitcase inside, and the entrance light flicked on.

He vaguely saw someone on the living room sofa, which startled him. He turned on the light and snapped, "Why didn't you turn on the light? Trying to scare someone to death?"

The sudden light made Phoebe squint. It took her a moment to adjust.

stood up, surprised to see him changing into slippers and walking in. Whether it was the chill of

hadn't even been discharged yet, and Theodore

the sofa, his cold gaze on her. Phoebe's face was blank, but

of paper on the coffee table. The bold words

this?" Theodore pointed at the paper,

at him.

to end their three-year marriage. Phoebe must be dreaming! Holding the paper, he asked,

was, the more terrifying it became.

gritted her teeth and said,

For a moment, Phoebe felt like he was squeezing her neck, making

what you still owe

clenched into a fist. She suppressed her fear and said, "I don't owe you anything, Theodore.

dare to say that? Just because I haven't mentioned it

ached. "I have no obligation to give you a child. Besides, I

Theodore suddenly tore the paper into pieces. He raised his hand, and the fragments

"Tear it up if you want. I can print

with anger spraying on her neck. "Phoebe, you just need a good fuck!" Phoebe struggled desperately, kicking, biting, and screaming, "Theodore, are you

being a doormat for over three years, don't you know if I'm a man?" Theodore pinned her hands above her head with one

cried out hoarsely. "Theodore, I hate you

Theodore's hand, the heat seeping

bleeding

tears streaming down her face. She cried like

does Theodore torture me when he obviously