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!"

chin, forcing her to lift her head,

was stunned and tried to pull away, but Theodore's hand held the back of her head, his fingers digging into her hair, making her unable to move. "Theodore, if you kiss me, I'll bite your tongue off. Try

threat, kissing her forcefully. Phoebe resisted

wiped the blood from his mouth, looking at Phoebe's swollen lips,

it. He squinted and deepened the kiss until they were

her anger boiling. She bent her legs and kicked

her to break free. Watching Phoebe run away like a

you're fully recovered. Let's get you discharged today," he

staring warily at Theodore.

no argument. Phoebe gritted her teeth, knowing she couldn't stay without his agreement. "I'm not leaving!"

her like a child, "The hospital bed is too hard. You can't sleep well. Come

The Imperial Apartment? It's a luxurious

don't want to leave the hospital. Can't you hear me?"

President's Office has always reserved the Chief Secretary position for you. Come back. Plus,

keep making a fuss, you'll

the Reynolds Group. I want

controlled. A job she found herself wouldn't be taken away just because Theodore was

frowned, rejecting her outright.

Group as Chief Secretary or go home to be Mrs. Reynolds. Your choice." Phoebe knew

President's Office felt humiliating, it was better than being

to the President's

a dignified outcome for her runaway

returned to the President's Office as Theodore's Chief Secretary, with a much higher salary and more power, equivalent to a branch

secretary's area directly into the President's Office. Theodore set up a transparent screen to

thought that when Theodore demoted Phoebe to Queen Entertainment, she had fallen