Forbidden Passion
Chapter 177 He Must Be So Worried About Me Having an Affair

This icy glance jolted Theodore into sobriety, and his fist hanging in mid-air slowly fell. Edward seized the opportunity. He suddenly exerted a force and turned over, pressing Theodore under him. His fists then rained down on him like hailstones. Theodore took several hits before he thought to fight back, and the two of them started wrestling again.

This time Theodore was really serious. He was always calm and restrained, disdaining to physically confront others, feeling it was beneath his dignity. But every time he saw Phoebe and Edward together; he couldn't control the violent urge in his body that wanted to destroy everything. Why couldn't she stay away from Edward?

Phoebe was leaning against the wall, watching their punches and kicks as her eyes reddened. In fact, she was sleeping very deeply and was awakened by the sound of the door being kicked. She was still dizzy in bed when she heard the arguing outside. Vaguely, she heard Theodore's voice. She struggled to sit up and get out of bed, walked to the door, and heard Theodore's frivolous and casual words.

Her heart plummeted into the abyss. So that was how she was in his heart, always so casual. So, he could humiliate her without restraint, regardless of time or place. He wanted her whenever he wanted, never caring about embarrassing her. She didn't want to stay here, every second felt suffocating.

She walked around the two of them, her steps light as she walked out of the room. With a "bang," the door was closed, and the two men who were in the heat of the fight were stunned. Seeing that Phoebe was no longer in the room, the two men who were tangled together quickly separated and scrambled up.

"Phoebe!" Edward rushed out first.

Theodore also followed, and the two of them fought over the elevator. When they got into the elevator and went downstairs, they rushed out of the hotel door. But Phoebe was nowhere to be seen.

Phoebe walked along the road. It was three or four in the morning, so the road was less crowded. The bustling city suddenly felt empty and quiet. She walked aimlessly, not knowing where to go. She always thought that what happened back then was an accident, but now, she knew that it was premeditated by him. When she gave up resisting at the beginning, he must have been very proud in his heart, even mocking her for not being able to resist temptation and easily succumbing to him.

Phoebe's eyes were burning hot, but not a tear fell. She stood by the road for a long time before she hailed a taxi to Golden Apartment. Mrs. Ziegler was startled by the doorbell in the middle of the night; she got up to open the door and saw Phoebe standing outside like a lost soul and quickly pulled her in.

"What are you doing here in the middle of the night?" Mrs. Ziegler sniffed close to her and smelled a strong smell of alcohol on her. She frowned and said, "Have you been drinking?" Phoebe changed her slippers at the door and went in. She sat down on the sofa and pulled a pillow to her chest, "You go to sleep; I want to be alone for a while."

"Do you think I can sleep?" Mrs. Ziegler almost laughed in frustration. She sat next to Phoebe and asked, "What's the matter this time?" Phoebe buried her face in the pillow, too tired to speak. Mrs. Ziegler said, "Did you have a fight with Theodore?" Phoebe still didn't speak.

Mrs. Ziegler continued on her own, "Phoebe, don't be willful. Theodore is working hard to manage such a large group; you should be more understanding of him. Running here in the middle of the night instead of going home; how worried he must be about you?" Phoebe sneered, "Yes, he must be so worried about me having an affair."