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

A familiar voice said, "Ms.

on her neck and was confused. "Who

wrist, looking fearfully at the stairwell door. "Don't

at the door but helped her up, picked up

Phoebe

was the first time he had seen her so scared and

door and how they could hurt her

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 didn't want to see Theodore right now. "Take me

John nodded. "Okay."

herself in a mirror. Her

her bag, tied it around her neck,

she sat in the back seat, lost in

really wanted to kill

It wasn't necessary!

life and bear the weight of that decision. Half

legs were still weak. She felt unreal as she stood, then paused

walk you

a few days. Handle things online. If any urgent documents need my signature,

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

a black jacket, vintage blue baseball cap, and black

almost bumped into each other, and Patrick

up,

and carrying a luggage bag, he frowned. "Why do you