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?"

face still

edges stained

don't shout, or you'll wake Grandma," Theodore said, grabbing a shirt and putting it on, his expression

out of bed, he wobbled. Taylor quickly supported him. "Theodore, your head is bleeding. Get it

bloody. He glanced at Phoebe hiding under

bed. She picked up her torn nightgown, wrapped herself in a blanket, grabbed

long winter night, Sarah slept

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

Theodore's wound, she said, "You two are adults. How can you be so

sofa, sullen and silent despite Taylor's

this wound. If it were

me alone for a while," Theodore said, signaling his

He 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.

standing on the stairs, looking like she wanted to come down but was too

be alone for a while. Phoebe, come with

at Theodore on the sofa. He looked a bit better than before. She

on a chair, noticing the finger marks on Phoebe's neck. "Tell me,

say? She couldn't just blurt out, "Theodore wanted to kill me, and I was

impulsive. Luckily, the wound isn't deep. If you had hit him harder and paralyzed him, what would you do

didn't mean