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."

She tried to push him away but couldn't. She

held her as they sat on the floor. He cupped her chin, kissed

night deepened, Theodore carried Phoebe to bed. After a quick shower, he returned, holding her from behind. He held her tightly as if wanting to merge with her,

the dim room, unable to understand Theodore or

had wished Theodore

they held each other like lovers. Although they were practically strangers, her heart still said she loved

Despite everything,

Theodore's neck until he gasped in

I hate you,"

she thought, "I love

neck. He cupped her face, kissed

hate me, so I'll love you quietly. As long as you don't talk about leaving, that's

the world would fall into eternal night, but reality showed

thinking

couldn't bear losing her vision on top of not

for a bit. The space beside her was empty. Theodore must have gotten up and

out. She

to the closet to change. The clothes she

the suitcase and backpack was empty. Both were gone. Phoebe was stunned for a moment, then climbed onto a stool to

not only was her suitcase gone, but Theodore's was, too,

take all the suitcases and backpacks to stop her from leaving

know whether to laugh or cry. If Theodore really wanted her to

wouldn't say

on a turtleneck to cover the bite marks on her neck, and left

pace and saw a bouquet of yellow roses in the living room. She paused, feeling inexplicably