Forbidden Passion
Chapter 178 Theodore, Let Me Go

"Phoebe, stop talking nonsense!" Mrs. Ziegler scolded. Suddenly, she seemed to remember something and lowered her voice to ask, "Tell me the truth, do you still have feelings for Edward?"

Phoebe sneered, "Do I even have the right to like him?"

"What's wrong with you tonight? Every word I say, you retort," Mrs. Ziegler was also annoyed. She stood up and pointed at Phoebe in rebuke. "What have I done to wrong you? When you were pregnant and wanted to be a single mother, did you ever consider the gossip behind your back, or what you'd say when your child grows up and asks why they don't have a father like everyone else?"

"I don't want to argue about these stale and trivial matters," Phoebe buried her face into the pillow again, her temples throbbing. "I have a headache; please go to sleep. I beg you."

Mrs. Ziegler took a deep breath, looking at Phoebe's pale face, which was partially exposed from the pillow. She couldn't bear to see her like this. She went to the kitchen to prepare hangover soup.

In a short while, she came out with the hangover soup, placing it on the coffee table, "Drink some when it cools down, or you'll feel terrible tomorrow."

Phoebe didn't move or say anything.

Mrs. Ziegler knew she wasn't asleep; she just didn't want to engage with her. After standing there for a while, she turned back to her room, picked up her phone, and snuck into the bathroom to quietly call Theodore.

Theodore's car was parked on the side of the road. After learning that Phoebe had gone to Golden Apartment, he finally felt a bit relieved.

He hung up the phone and leaned back in his seat. Hidden in the shadows, his face was full of desolation. He had indeed been a bit harsh tonight.

When he learned that Edward had taken Phoebe away, he felt like he was going crazy.

The humiliation that had been suppressed in his heart for two and a half years, the resentment towards Phoebe, and the fear of the unknown, all made him restless. What would they do together?

He didn't want to think about it, but those unbearable images kept trying to invade his mind, driving him to madness.

He even thought that if Phoebe dared to betray him, he would lock her up, chain her to the bed for a lifetime, and not allow anyone to see her except him.

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Phoebe was curled up on the sofa; she didn't know when she fell asleep. When she woke up, the sun was shining brightly outside.

The intense light made it difficult for her to open her eyes. She raised her hand to cover her eyes, but her wrist felt heavy, and there was a jingling sound in her ears.

She squinted at her wrist and found a thick chain around it, the size of a thumb. She was so shocked that she sat up instantly, only to be pulled back by the chain. The jingling sound echoed in her ears.

If it weren't for the very real pain of her wrists and ankles being pulled by the chain, she would have doubted whether she was having a wild dream.

"Awake?" A cold male voice came from beside her.

Phoebe turned her head sharply and saw a tall and slender figure leaning against the floor-to-ceiling window. She squinted her eyes; the sunlight poured on him, but it couldn't dispel the evil aura around him. Phoebe struggled a few times, and the chains jingled; it was a sound that made her feel humiliated.

"Theodore, let me go!" She demanded.

Theodore slowly walked over, looking down at her from a higher position, like a king overlooking everything, his expression arrogant. "Let you go? To find some wild man?"

Phoebe choked for a second as she glared at him, "Theodore, if you want to make a scene, go somewhere else; this is my mom's house."

The corner of Theodore's mouth curled up in mockery, "Open your eyes and look carefully; is this my mother-in-law's house?"

Phoebe started to look around. The ceiling light looked familiar and so did the bed sheets. The more she looked, the heavier her heart became.

When did Theodore bring her to the villa in the west district?