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."

blurred. She tried to push him away but couldn't. She broke down, crying, and

He

shower, he returned, holding her from behind. He held her tightly as if wanting to merge with her, never to

She stared at the dim room, unable to understand Theodore

she had

like lovers. Although they were practically

everything, she still

turned and bit Theodore's neck until he

you, Theodore. I

thought, "I love you,

than his neck. He cupped her face, kissed her

love you quietly. As long as you don't talk

night, but reality showed that no matter how sad

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

losing her vision on top of not receiving

a bit. The space beside her was

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

to change. The clothes she packed last night were back

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

Theodore's was, too,

Theodore take all the suitcases and backpacks to stop

really

Theodore wouldn't say

got off the stool, put on a turtleneck to cover the bite marks on her neck, and left the

of yellow roses in the living room. She