Forbidden Passion

Chapter 368 I Love You, Theodore

Phoebe came out of the shower, grabbed some clothes from the closet, packed her backpack, and took her laptop.

Theodore was still on the floor, smoking. His shirt was open, showing off his muscles. One leg was bent, the other stretched out, looking tense.

He held a half-smoked cigarette, the ashtray full of butts. He should've felt triumphant, but he looked like a sad beast.

Seeing Phoebe with her stuff, he squinted and asked in a raspy voice, "Where are you going?"

Phoebe didn't answer and headed for the door.

Theodore jumped up, blocked her path, grabbed her wrist, and demanded, "Where are you going?"

Phoebe bit her lip, feeling the pain from where he'd bitten her earlier.

"Let's live apart for a while," she said.

Theodore's eyes flared with anger. He laughed, "Not enough punishment? Want another round?" Phoebe's chest tightened with anger. She shook off his hand and slapped him hard.

The room went silent.

Phoebe's hand stung. She stared at Theodore, whose head had turned from the slap. 'He could've dodged it,' she thought. 'Why didn't he?'

Theodore looked at her. "Feel better? If not, hit me again. But living apart? No way."

Phoebe's eyes reddened. She raised her hand to hit him again but stopped. She threw her things at him, grabbed his shirt, and screamed, "Theodore, what do you want from me?"

She was shaking. Theodore pulled her into his arms, holding her tight. "Phoebe, stay with me. Don't go."

to push him away but couldn't.

floor. He cupped her

bed. After a quick shower, he returned, holding her from behind. He held her tightly as if wanting to merge with her, never to be

She stared at the dim room,

she had

like lovers. Although they were practically strangers, her

felt pathetic. Despite everything, she still loved

turned and bit Theodore's neck until he gasped

I hate you," she

"I love you,

heart ached more than his neck. He cupped her

hate me, so I'll love you quietly.

eternal night, but reality showed that no matter

almost thinking she'd cried herself blind. Slowly, her

on

beside her was

almost gave out. She grabbed the bed's

closet to change. The

were gone. Phoebe was stunned for a moment,

was her suitcase gone, but Theodore's was, too, along with several backpacks and

take all the suitcases and

laugh or cry. If Theodore really wanted

Theodore wouldn't

off the stool, put on a turtleneck to cover the bite marks on

smelled flowers. She quickened her pace and saw a bouquet of yellow roses in the living room. She paused, feeling inexplicably disappointed. Theodore came out