Forbidden Passion

Chapter 381 Almost Choked Her to Death

Phoebe was in shock. She could feel Theodore's hatred, and the madness in his eyes scared her.

The sound of bones dislocating made her shiver. She grabbed Theodore's hand, digging her nails into his back and drawing blood. However, Theodore didn't let up. He kept choking her, cutting off her air. She couldn't breathe and instinctively opened her mouth. "Let go," she croaked.

Theodore saw her trembling pupils and felt even more violent. It was like a demon inside him was screaming to kill her.

If he killed Phoebe, his emotions would stop bothering him.

Phoebe's wide eyes reflected Theodore's crazed look-savage, bloody, murderous.

His intense gaze sent chills down her spine, filling her with fear.

He really wanted to kill her!

A sudden will to survive made Phoebe struggle hard. She couldn't die by his hands. Her fingers scratched at his, leaving bloody marks. "Let me go," she shouted.

But Theodore ignored the pain, tightening his grip.

Phoebe's eyes rolled back, and just as she was about to pass out, the grip on her neck loosened.

She fell to the ground, coughing and gasping for air.

She had almost died. As she caught her breath, she looked up at Theodore. He still looked noble and elegant, his face calm and tired, as if the demon from before wasn't him.

Phoebe was trembling. She got up, yanked open the emergency stairwell door, and ran out, stumbling.

she tripped over a luggage bag and

voice

neck and was confused. "Who did

the stairwell door. "Don't go, John. Take

but helped her up, picked up the

Phoebe trembling and

first time he had seen her so scared and

to know who was behind that door and how they could hurt her so

asking, realizing it would offend her and

the car, Phoebe slowly calmed down. John glanced at her in the rearview mirror and hesitated. "Ms. Ziegler, do you want to go home or to the office?" Phoebe shrank back. She

John nodded. "Okay."

parking lot, Phoebe checked herself in a mirror. Her face was pale, and the marks on her

neck, and let

in the back

wanted to

It wasn't necessary!

bear the weight of that decision. Half

unreal as she

me walk you in,"

her head. "No need. I won't be at the office for a few days. Handle things online. If any urgent documents need my signature,

and entered the apartment. As she reached the building, a

vintage blue baseball cap,

bumped into each other, and Patrick quickly steadied

looked up, surprised.

Seeing her pale and carrying a luggage bag, he frowned. "Why