Phoebe stepped back into the room. Just as she was about to shut the door, Noah rushed to keep it open. He looked heartbroken and confused. “Phoebe, if you don’t give me a explanation, I won’t sign the termination contract.” Phoebe ground her teeth. She didn’t intended to reveal too much, but, seeing the loose cannon, Noah, in front of her, shesighed “Come in.”

She went inside and sat on the sofa with Ollie in her arms.

When Noah and John entered, Noah anxiously took in the luxurious decor of the living room.

So this was Phoebe’s place. It was huge!

‘How many endorsements would I need to take so that I can afford her a house of this size in Manhattan?’ he thought, his love for her suddenly feeling cold. Phoebe gestured for them to sit. “Sit down.”

Noah and John awkwardly sat on the sofa opposite her, their eyes drawn to Ollie in her arms.

They hadn’t even noticed Ollie before.

Phoebe gently pinched the back of Ollie’s neck, making him sprawl out comfortably. “I’m leaving Queen Entertainment.”

“What?” Noah was shocked.

Phoebe looked him in the eye. “I made you famous. If you stay at Queen Entertainment, she’ll cause trouble for you. It’s not worthy.”

Noah stared blankly. “Why? Aren’t you the head of Queen Entertainment?”

Phoebe smiled, looking down at Ollie. “I am, but it doesn’t belong to me. They can replace me anytime.”

Noah focused on her bitter smile, his mind blank. “Phoebe, I’ll open a studio for you. You can be the boss, and no one can kick you out.” Phoebe was stunned, and then laughed. “Alright then, work hard and make more money.”

Noah was speechless.

He felt underestimated but had no proof.

“I’m serious,” Noah said, like a child making a solemn promise.

Phoebe chuckled. “I believe you. Now you know the reason. Shouldn’t you go back to Lindell Harbor and prepare for tonight’s performance?”

Though reluctant, Noah couldn’t let Phoebe down. He slowly got up and left with John. Phoebe saw them to the elevator.

“Perform well and cherish every stage, okay?” Phoebe patted Noah’s shoulder.

Even through his thick jacket, Noah felt the strength in her palm, making him yearn for more.

Noah looked at Phoebe intensely, wanting to hug her, but he held back.

“I’m leaving then,” he said.

“Okay.” Phoebe nodded and told John, “Take him to the airport and make sure he gets on the plane.”

John replied, “Yes, Ms. Ziegler.”

Watching them enter the elevator, Phoebe stood in the lobby for a moment before turning back. She had only taken a few steps when the elevator dinged open behind her. Thinking Noah had returned, she turned and started to say, “You…”

Her words stopped when she saw Theodore step out. She frowned, worried he might have run into Noah.

Theodore, wrapped in a cold aura, saw Phoebe and his eyes brightened, a strange sense of anticipation filling his heart.

He asked, “Are you waiting for me?”

Phoebe pressed her lips together, expressionless, and walked toward the apartment.

Theodore quickly caught up, grabbed her wrist, and pinned her against the wall.

Their breaths mingled. He lowered his head, almost touching her nose. “You don’t even want to look at me. Guess you weren’t waiting.” Phoebe’s face darkened. “Let go of me!”

Theodore stared into her eyes harshly. “Phoebe, you never understand what obedient means unless you’re in bed?”

His lips brushed hers, sounding like a lover’s whisper, but to Phoebe, it was insulting.

She struggled and sneered. “Even in bed, I don’t.”

“Really?” Theodore lifted her, and before she could react, he carried her into the apartment and kicked the door shut.

Filled with anger, he strode to the living room.

Realizing his intent, Phoebe struggled harder, but he threw her onto the sofa, momentarily stunning her.

She stared wide-eyed as Theodore pressed down, tearing at her clothes.

Her resistance was futile. The strength difference made her struggle seemed weak.

Theodore locked her in place, his nose brushing her skin. In the morning light, his chest heaved, and his breathing grew rapid. Phoebe’s throat tightened, her heart pounding. She felt like prey under a predator’s paw, sensing danger. But she refused!

Phoebe closed her eyes, hot tears streaming. She choked out, “Theodore, do you love me?” Theodore’s movements abruptly stopped.

Phoebe opened her eyes, bloodshot and filled with hatred. “Don’t touch me if you don’t love me.”

Theodore’s throat felt dry. He propped himself up, his gaze tenderly sweeping over her face, finally resting on the marks on her neck.

He lowered his head, kissing the marks. He almost sighed. “I love you, Phoebe.”

Phoebe felt all the blood rush to her head, exploding in her mind. Her pupils contracted, and her temples throbbed.

The next second, Theodore’s lips were at her ear, and he coldly whispered, “Your body.”

Phoebe was speechless.

The boiling blood in her veins instantly froze. The emotional rollercoaster left her dazed.

After a long time, Phoebe snapped out of it. She let out a piercing scream and bit into Theodore’s abs, determined to tear off flesh. If he caused her pain, she would make him suffer, too!

Theodore had never seen Phoebe so crazed. By the time he pulled her off, his lower abdomen had born bloody ring of teeth marks. He winced in pain, frowning at Phoebe’s blood-stained lips. She looked like she had come from hell, ready to claim his life.

He grabbed the back of her head, pulling her down for a rough kiss. “Phoebe, do you think we’re in a loving relationship?” Phoebe opened her mouth to bite him, refusing to submit!

But soon, Theodore’s violence subdued her. He looked down at Phoebe, his gaze as silent as an abyss.

He added, “No, we’re not, so it’s right for you to hate me. Remember this hatred, because I hate you just as much!”

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