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 broke

they sat on the floor. He cupped her

to bed. After a quick shower, he returned, holding her

She stared at the dim room, unable to understand Theodore

had wished

other like lovers. Although they were

Despite everything, she still loved

bit Theodore's neck until

I hate you,"

"I love you,

his neck. He cupped her face, kissed her

love you quietly. As long as you don't talk about leaving, that's

the world would fall into eternal night, but reality showed that no matter how sad you are, the

eyes, vision blurry, almost thinking she'd

couldn't bear losing her vision on top of not receiving the love she

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

her legs almost gave out. She

The clothes she packed last night were

was empty. Both were gone. Phoebe was stunned for a moment, then climbed

gone, but Theodore's was, too,

suitcases and backpacks to

really wanted her to stay, a single word would have

wouldn't

put on a turtleneck to cover the bite marks on her

yellow roses in the living room. She paused, feeling