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.

a

approached quickly. A familiar voice said,

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

grabbed his wrist, looking fearfully at the stairwell door. "Don't go, John. Take me away," she said

picked up the scattered items, and supported her as they

near-death experience left Phoebe trembling

first time he had seen her so scared

that door and how

refrained from asking, realizing it would

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

John nodded. "Okay."

car left the parking lot, Phoebe checked herself in a mirror. Her face was

a scarf from her bag, tied it around her neck, and let her hair down to

the back seat,

had really wanted to

It wasn't necessary!

bear the weight of that decision. Half an hour later, they arrived at Cindy's apartment. John quickly got out, opened the back door, and

still weak. She felt unreal as she stood, then paused before taking her bags from

me walk you in," John

I won't be at the office for a few days. Handle things online. If any urgent documents need my

As she reached the building, a tall

blue baseball cap, and black mask, was

each other, and Patrick quickly

looked up, surprised. "It's

luggage bag, he frowned.