Forbidden Passion

Chapter 435 I Want Freedom

Theodore rubbed his eyes and sat up, noticing it was still dark outside. He groggily smiled at Phoebe and said, "Phoebe, it's not even dawn. Come back to bed." Phoebe's face was tense, her brows furrowed.

She stared at Theodore for a few seconds before turning and walking to the couch.

Theodore watched her cold back, his smile fading. For days now, Phoebe had been avoiding him.

When she was asleep, she would nestle in his arms, relying on him completely.

But once awake, she turned cold and wouldn't even look at him. She hated him that much.

Theodore got out of bed, picked up her slippers, and walked over. Placing them beside the couch, he knelt beside her.

The sky was on the verge of dawn, a time that often evoked feelings of vulnerability. Theodore looked at Phoebe and softly asked, "Phoebe, what do you really want?" Phoebe hugged her knees and buried her face in them, ignoring his rare show of humility.

Theodore had endured for several days. Usually domineering, this was his limit. He grabbed Phoebe's chin, forcing her to look at him.

"Phoebe, I'm giving you one last chance. What do you want?" he shouted.

Phoebe stared into his eyes, as dark as the pre-dawn sky outside.

"Freedom," she replied.

Theodore rejected it instantly, "That's impossible!"

Phoebe gave a bitter smile, "See? You ask what I want, knowing you can't give it to me. You make me sick!"

next second, Theodore grabbed her chin, forcing her to lift her head,

her head, his fingers digging into her hair, making her unable to move. "Theodore, if you kiss me, I'll bite

her threat, kissing her

the blood from his mouth, looking at Phoebe's swollen lips, and leaned in to suck

squinted and deepened the kiss until they were out of breath,

her anger boiling. She bent

quickly, allowing her to break free. Watching Phoebe run away like a

recovered. Let's get you discharged

the cold wall, staring warily at Theodore. "I'm not leaving the

argument. Phoebe gritted her

walked to the bedside, gently coaxing her like a child, "The hospital bed is too hard. You can't sleep well. Come on, let's

It's a luxurious cage that

hospital. Can't you hear me?" Phoebe

sat on the edge of the bed, raising an eyebrow. "The President's Office has always reserved the Chief Secretary position

to work? I'll let you come back. But if you keep making a fuss, you'll go home to be Mrs. Reynolds." Theodore knew how to make her

go back to the Reynolds Group.

feeling controlled. A job she found herself

her outright. "No

"Either go back to the Reynolds Group as Chief Secretary or go home to be Mrs. Reynolds. Your choice." Phoebe knew Theodore's

to the President's Office felt humiliating, it was better

to

dignified outcome for her runaway attempt

Secretary, with a much higher salary and

Theodore set up a

thought that when Theodore demoted Phoebe to