Forbidden Passion

Chapter 602 He Was Truly Damned

Theodore was totally wrecked, wanting to pull her back into his arms and make everything okay. But the second he moved, Phoebe let out this blood-curdling scream, like he was about to smack her or something. Boom! All the lights in the villa flicked on. The servants and bodyguards downstairs heard the screams and started giving each other these worried looks. Should they go check it out?

What if Theodore was actually hurting Phoebe and things got out of hand?

But no one had the guts to go up. They just stood there, listening to her screams echo through the cold night.

Theodore was beat, scared Phoebe might hurt herself. Ignoring her pushing him away, he yanked her into his arms. "Phoebe, chill out. It's okay, don't be scared. The bad guys are gone. You're safe now!" he said, trying to calm her down. Phoebe kept shaking, clutching Theodore's shirt like a lifeline. Her nails dug into his chest, leaving deep red marks. Theodore stayed up comforting Phoebe until almost dawn when she finally crashed into a deep sleep. Staring at her peaceful face, Theodore couldn't sleep. He kicked himself for not saving her sooner.

If he had gotten to her earlier, she would have suffered less and wouldn't have such severe psychological trauma.

He got out of bed, tucked her in, threw on his robe, and stepped out.

Standing in the hallway, he called up a buddy from his psych class, explaining what went down with Phoebe.

His friend thought for a moment and said, "You said she was fine at the hospital, eating and sleeping okay, but started freaking out at night after coming home?" "Yeah."

His friend continued, "PTSD usually kicks in a few days after the event, especially in a new place with strangers. It can really mess with her head."

"Damn it!" Theodore cursed himself. He thought bringing her back to a place with good memories would help her chill.

He never thought the new environment would freak her out.

"So, what do I do now?" Theodore asked.

my office for some counseling." Theodore clenched his fist, staring at the closed bedroom door. "I'll give it two more days. If it doesn't work,

lit a cigarette, taking a slow drag, his Adam's apple

his tall figure look

bodyguards and servants, and called Taylor to bring

having familiar faces around might help

was fine, eating and sleeping like normal, but at night, the screaming

a few days, Phoebe had put on weight, while the stress had left Theodore

buddy Yandel Douglas showed up, he saw the stark difference between Phoebe and Theodore and almost thought Theodore was

served Yandel some tea and then went upstairs to

totally normal during the day. If Riley hadn't heard her screaming at night, she would've thought it

black shirt and tie, patted the seat next to him. "Phoebe, come

eyeing the well-dressed Yandel across from her. "Mr. Reynolds, who's

stab in

to West Mountain Villas, Phoebe had only

there. I'm Theodore's classmate, Yandel Douglas. You

"No need to be nervous. I

might freak out knowing he called a shrink, added, "Yeah, we haven't seen each other in ages. He was nearby, so I invited him over." Phoebe nodded, thinking it over. "I'm kinda hungry, and my

you a bowl. You chat with Dr. Douglas first," Theodore said, getting up

his wrist. Theodore looked down, seeing the worry in her eyes. He gently

kitchen, Phoebe slowly turned her gaze back to Yandel, who had

Reynolds, do you remember what happened after you were

at Yandel, not looking away. "Of course, I remember. I was drugged on the side of the road and later locked in a room. When I woke up, my hands were