Forbidden Passion
Chapter 202 Did You Take My Words as a Joke?

Phoebe saw his finger poised over the green 'answer' button, about to slide right to accept the call.

She didn't even try to push away the hand covering her mouth, instead, she hurriedly tried to snatch the phone away.

She had a premonition that once this call was answered, Theodore would definitely explode.

"Theodore, don't..."

Theodore placed his knee on her wrists. His other hand was still covering her mouth as he answered the call without hesitation. The air went still.

There seemed to be a two-second silence on the other end.

Phoebe's eyes widened in fear as she prayed silently, 'Edward, please don't speak, please tell me you dialed the wrong number.' However, Edward did not hear her prayers.

"Phoebe, are you asleep?"

His voice echoed from the phone. Theodore's face turned ashen, and his narrow eyes were menacingly fixed on her; they were filled with a murderous intent that seemed to want to tear her apart. Phoebe clenched her teeth as her body shook like a leaf.

There was a pause on the other end before a voice filled with pain came again, "Phoebe, today is my birthday; I want to see you, can I?" Phoebe was taken aback.

She had forgotten today was Edward's birthday, but even if she remembered, what could she do for him?

She closed her eyes, feeling a dull ache in her heart.

Theodore's face darkened considerably.

Edward still wanted to see Phoebe? Did he think he was dead? He hung up the call and threw the phone away in a rage.

With a 'bang,' the screen shattered.

Theodore propped his hands on either side of Phoebe, looking at her with an overwhelming presence, "Phoebe, did you take my words as a joke?" Phoebe opened her red-rimmed eyes, "I didn't."

"So, why is he calling you?" Theodore was furious.

One hand was gripping her chin tightly as his anger spewed onto her face.

Phoebe let out a soft laugh, her eyes now filled with tears.

"Why are you laughing?" He coldly asked.

"You're acting as if it's okay for you to do whatever you want, but I can't even light a candle, Theodore. You're being overly domineering."

The hand Theodore had on her chin tightened suddenly, and Phoebe's face contorted in pain, but seeing her in pain didn't bring him any satisfaction. He leaned in close to her ear and said in a low voice, "Phoebe, I'm not like you; I'm not as despicable."

Phoebe felt as if her heart was being wrung.

Yes, she was despicable.

Knowing full well that he only had Vanessa in his heart, knowing that he only harbored hatred for her, she still fell hopelessly in love with him. If she wasn't despicable, what was she? "If you think I'm so despicable, why don't you divorce me? Are you keeping me around for some special occasion?"

Theodore's eyes were icy cold, "Phoebe, I hate being deceived and betrayed more than anything; you've trampled on my dignity and bottom line. Do you think I'll let you off easily?" Phoebe bit her lower lip hard as tears rolled down her cheeks.

"Divorce you, so you could run off with Edward? Over my dead body! I'd sooner drag us both to hell than let you end up in his arms. That will never happen, not in a million years!" Phoebe sobbed as tears continued to stream down her face helplessly.

Upon seeing her cry so heartbrokenly, Theodore felt an unbearable irritation. He knew that not a single tear she shed was for him.

His anger swelled with each passing moment, as he felt all his heartfelt efforts had been for nothing.

Without warning, he covered her eyes with one hand, while the other roughly tugged at her nightgown.