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.

tripped over a luggage

A familiar voice said,

confused. "Who did this? Tell me, and I'll get justice for

door. "Don't

at the door but helped her up, picked up the scattered

left Phoebe trembling and crying

her a tissue. It was the first time he had seen her

door and how they could hurt

from asking, realizing it

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

John nodded. "Okay."

left the parking lot, Phoebe checked herself in a mirror.

from her bag, tied it around her neck, and let her hair down to cover most of the

in the back seat, lost in

had really wanted to

It wasn't necessary!

for a divorce. There would be no necessity to extinguish a life and bear the weight of that decision. Half an hour

she stood, then paused before

Ziegler, let me walk you

few days. Handle things online. If

As she reached the building,

vintage blue baseball

bumped into each other, and

looked up, surprised.

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