Forbidden Passion
Chapter 495 Feeling Guilty After Bullying Too Much

Theodore watched Phoebe grab the dress, her eyes lighting up with a plan that was way too obvious.

Phoebe wanted out. She'd have to see if he'd let her!

Phoebe held the dress, the fabric smooth and cool against her skin, giving her goosebumps. Even with her back to Theodore, she could feel his intense gaze all over her. Phoebe said, "This cage is too tight, I can't even stretch my arms."

Leaning against the cage door, Theodore smirked, "Should I step out then?"

"No," Phoebe quickly shot back, worried that if he left, she'd never get him back in. She squeezed towards the cage door while slipping on the dress. "Are you not mad anymore?" Theodore snorted, his eyes on Phoebe's pale back, his desire barely in check.

If it weren't for his insane self-control, he might've already pinned her down in the cage for some action.

Phoebe's eyes darted around, not realizing she was testing Theodore's limits. She squeezed to the cage door and said, "Can you help me zip it up?"

Theodore grabbed her arm, pulling her into his embrace. He whispered, "Why zip it up? It'll just be a hassle to unzip it later."

Phoebe was speechless. She finally sensed the danger and started to struggle. "Theodore, you promised me that if I put on the dress, you'd let me out. You're breaking your word." Theodore rolled onto the ground with Phoebe in his arms, biting her earlobe and whispering coldly, "I never promised. Didn't you say I only know how to tear clothes? I'll show you." Phoebe never thought she'd end up suffering. She leaned weakly against the cage, too exhausted to even curse.

She had foolishly thought she could outsmart Theodore. After four years, she was always the one getting played.

Phoebe lowered her eyelids. The pink dress was torn to shreds at her feet, diamonds scattered everywhere.

Her wrists and ankles were tied to the cage with cloth strips.

Theodore not only wanted to lock her up but also to bind her.

The sound of running water came from the bathroom. After a while, the water stopped, and the hum of a hairdryer could be heard.

After a long time, the bathroom door opened. Theodore walked out in a dark robe, his sharp eyes fixed on Phoebe, who was tied in the cage.

Without the cover of clothes, Phoebe's body was stunningly beautiful. His Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily. "As punishment, you'll stay in the cage for a few days."

Phoebe glared at him. "Let me out."

"Let you out to find Edward?" Theodore's voice was cool. "Don't worry, I'm not that stupid. Phoebe, I told you before, if you dare to see him behind my back, be prepared to be locked up." Phoebe retorted, "I didn't go to see him."

Theodore had no faith in her words. He threw a blanket over Phoebe and locked the cage, then lay on the bed playing a game.

Stunned by his cruelty, Phoebe simmered with anger. "I really didn't go to see him, Theodore. I need to use the bathroom."

"Keep waiting," snapped Theodore, his tone icy, without even glancing her way. Once his rationality returned, Theodore knew Phoebe couldn't have anything with Edward. But his possessiveness was strong. The thought of her not going to the party but seeing Edward made him angry.

This anger wasn't going away anytime soon. Theodore had to keep up the tough act to make sure Phoebe wouldn't dare cross him again.

Phoebe gritted her teeth and tried to hold on! But she couldn't ignore her body's needs.

She was already struggling to hold it in, and the noise of Theodore's constant gaming only made her more anxious.

Phoebe pleaded, "Theodore, are you still mad? I really need to use the bathroom. If you don't let me out, I'll pee on the blanket."

Theodore lifted his eyes from his phone and glanced at her. "Hmm."

Phoebe felt hopeless. What had she done wrong tonight to deserve this? The more she thought about it, the angrier she got, and tears started to fall. Theodore's hand paused.

Earlier, when he was tormenting Phoebe, she had been defiant, biting him and leaving marks all over him. Now she was crying.

Theodore threw his phone on the nightstand, got out of bed, and opened the cage. He crouched in front of her.

"Weren't you tough just now, cursing and biting me? Why are you crying now?" Theodore poked her tear-streaked face. Phoebe sobbed, "I really need to pee."

Seeing her red nose, Theodore no longer doubted her. He quickly untied the cloth strips and carried her to the bathroom. Phoebe sat on the toilet, pushing him away. "Get out."

Theodore hesitated but then left. Behind him, he heard Phoebe's sobs. He pressed his lips together, realizing he might have gone too far. Leaning against the door, his anger ebbed away as he saw Phoebe's tears. He let out a heavy sigh.

Phoebe finished using the bathroom, and while Theodore didn't come in to catch her, she took a quick shower and put on a clean robe.

Phoebe squatted on the toilet lid, contemplating whether to jump out the bathroom window. But with the heavy snow outside, she might freeze to death even if she didn't fall to her death. But she couldn't just surrender and be locked in the golden cage again. Phoebe would rather die.

Theodore's earlier loss of control had been terrifying. Phoebe had almost thought he would kill her.

As she was debating, she heard a knock on the door. "Phoebe, come out when you're done. Don't think about escaping."

Phoebe felt a surge of anger. She bit her lip, got off the toilet lid, and walked to the bathroom door with a heavy heart. She pushed the door open forcefully.

Theodore stood outside, looking her up and down before awkwardly averting his gaze. "Go sleep on the bed."

Phoebe was stunned. "Are you not locking me in the golden cage?"

Theodore turned his head sharply, glaring at her. "It seems like you still want to be locked up."

"I really don't," Phoebe quickly said, afraid Theodore wouldn't believe her. She hurried to the bed, lifted the blanket, and lay down. "I'm asleep."

Theodore watched her quick movements, his anger dissipating. He really couldn't do anything with her.

He couldn't hit or scold her, and if he bullied her too much, he felt heartache.

When he forced Phoebe to marry him, he never imagined that one day he would be so helpless against her, while she remained indifferent.

Theodore lay down beside her, staring at the ceiling in silence for a long time before speaking, "Phoebe, you don't know what you missed today."