Forbidden Passion

Chapter 442 Do You Love Theodore?

The room went dead silent.

Phoebe stared blankly at Theodore, who was lying stiff on top of her. Warm blood oozed from the base of his skull, dripping down his neck onto her face.

Terrified, Phoebe looked at the crystal bedside lamp in her hand. One of its edges was stained with blood. Panicking, she threw it to the floor with a dull thud. Downstairs, Taylor heard the noise and sat up in shock. It sounded like it came from Theodore's room.

Throwing on a coat hurriedly, she dashed out and hustled upstairs. There, she found Christopher lingering by the doorway, his expression filled with uncertainty. Christopher's room was next to Theodore and Phoebe's. Despite the soundproofing, he had heard some noises.

Seeing Christopher's awkward look, Taylor knew what was going on inside. She said, "I'll check first. You wait a moment."

The bedroom was silent. Phoebe lay on the bed, pale, with blood dripping from Theodore's chin onto her face. Phoebe wasn't usually squeamish, but now she felt weak and her lips trembled.

She didn't dare to move, fearing any movement would make Theodore stop breathing.

Theodore's face grew paler from blood loss. He looked at Phoebe's terrified expression and gave a strange smile. "Phoebe, do you really want me dead?" he asked.

Tears welled up in Phoebe's eyes. "No, I just wanted you to stop. I didn't mean to."

Hurried footsteps approached. Theodore quickly grabbed the blanket to cover Phoebe.

"What happened?" Taylor rushed in and saw the blood on Theodore's neck. "Theodore, why are you bleeding?"

awkward position of Theodore and Phoebe. Theodore's body was covered in bite marks, his face still flushed, but his eyes

bedside lamp lay on the floor, its edges stained with blood. It wasn't hard to guess

grabbing a shirt and putting it

wobbled. Taylor quickly supported him. "Theodore, your head

the back of his head, his hand coming away bloody. He glanced at Phoebe hiding under the blanket

they left, Phoebe quickly got out of bed. She picked up her torn nightgown, wrapped herself in a

night, Sarah slept well and wasn't awakened

Taylor stopped Theodore's bleeding. The wound wasn't deep and didn't need stitches, but the amount

she said, "You two are adults. How can you be so

sullen and silent

at this wound. If it were any deeper, you'd be in

go rest. Leave me alone for a while," Theodore said, signaling

was mad and wanted her to feel it too, so he let loose. That punch really sobered him up, saving the night from who knows what could've gone down. Taylor wanted to say more but, seeing Theodore's tired

Theodore remained silent.

heading upstairs. She saw Phoebe standing on the stairs, looking like she wanted to

for a while.

sofa. He looked a bit better than before. She bit

Taylor sat on a chair, noticing the finger marks

She couldn't just blurt out, "Theodore wanted to kill me, and I was all about staying alive,

hit him harder and paralyzed him, what would you do then?" Phoebe bit her lip, her hands clenched into fists. Hearing Taylor's

didn't mean to,"