Forbidden Passion
Chapter 205 Phoebe Shivered from the Cold.

Theodore sneered, "Bully her? I clearly cherish her."

Mrs. Reynolds retorted, "If you really cherish her, would she feel unloved and want a divorce?"

Theodore was left speechless. His heart felt like it was sinking into a cold abyss. He gritted his teeth and said, "I won't let her get her way."

Mrs. Reynolds looked at him and sighed softly, "If you truly love her, stop messing around. You went too far last night. Buy her some flowers to appease her."

"Why should I appease her?" From the expression on Theodore's handsome face, anyone could tell he was not happy with that idea. "I didn't do anything wrong. She was the one who started the divorce talk and angered me." His stubborn attitude irritated Mrs. Reynolds, and she immediately slapped him, "Just go and buy the flowers, stop talking nonsense."

Theodore was utterly shocked.

After being slapped by his mother, Theodore became very angry, but he knew he had to keep his mouth shut. Thoughts of Phoebe's haggard appearance just non didn't make him feel any better either. Fine, he'd buy the flowers. It wouldn't kill him to do so.

After eating, Phoebe felt much better.

Her high fever made her sweat a lot, so she felt uncomfortable. She got out of bed and took a shower.

As soon as she came out, she saw Theodore standing by the bed.

When he saw her coming out of the bathroom, he quickly hid something behind his back.

Phoebe was wary of him and stood frozen at the door.

"Why are you here?"

Theodore kept his hands behind his back, looking a little flustered.

The light shone on the back of his ears. Surprisingly, even his ears were red.

"This is my room. Why can't I be here?" He replied.

Phoebe had no rebuttal and just took a deep breath, "Alright, then I'll leave."

With that, she grabbed a shawl and headed out.

She didn't want to share a room with Theodore right now. She just wanted to find a quiet place where she could be alone for a while, so she could allow the wounds in her heart to slowly heal. She had just walked a few steps when she felt someone following her. Then, a cold hand grabbed her wrist.

Phoebe shivered from the cold.

'What was the matter with Theodore? Why were his hands so cold?' She wondered.

But then she thought, 'Why should she care whether his hands are cold or not?'

She didn't want to see him. Every time she saw him, she would think of what happened last night, and she would hate herself for being so weak.

She knew he was toying with her, but she couldn't help but fall for it.

"Let go of me!" Phoebe glared at him angrily as a hint of red appeared in the corner of her eyes.

She shook her hand violently, but she couldn't escape his grip. Tears welled up in her eyes in an instant, "What do you want? I know, in your eyes, I'm a sinner. For more than two years, no matter how you treated me, I never fought back. What more do you want? Do you need me to die to appease your hatred?"

Once he heard her say, "die," Theodore felt as if a bucket of ice water had been dumped on him, chilling his heart.

He grabbed her neck and pinned her against the cold wall, threatening her menacingly, "Phoebe, I warn you, if you dare leave this world, I'll strip you naked, whip your body, and expose it to the sun, so that you won't rest in peace even in death!"

Phoebe let out a desperate wail as tears rolled down her face.

How could he say such a thing? Would he not even let her go in death?