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.

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

bed. After a quick shower, he returned, holding her from behind.

dim room, unable to understand Theodore or

she had

they held each other like lovers. Although they were practically

everything, she still

until he gasped in

hate you, Theodore. I hate you,"

thought, "I love you, Theodore. I love

his neck. He cupped her face, kissed her deeply,

I'll love you quietly. As long as you don't

eternal night, but reality showed that no matter how

thinking she'd cried herself

losing her vision on top of

lay in bed for a bit. The space beside her was empty.

out of bed, her legs almost gave out. She grabbed the bed's

up, she went to the closet to change. The clothes she packed last night were back in the

spot for the suitcase and backpack was empty. Both were gone. Phoebe was

was her suitcase gone, but Theodore's was,

take all the suitcases and backpacks to

If Theodore really wanted her to

Theodore wouldn't say

off the stool, put on a turtleneck to cover

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