Phoebe looked up at Theodore, still as intimidating and distant as ever, just like when they first met. The guy who once seemed out of reach was now right in front of her, saying in a cool tone, "Beg me." Phoebe''s eyes traced Theodore''s sharp brow, narrow eyes, and straight nose like she was painting a picture. She smirked, "I beg you to let me go!"@@novelbin@@


    Theodore''s fingers suddenly tightened around Phoebe''s waist, pulling her close. He leaned down, whispering in her ear, "Tonight, I''ll let you go."


    Phoebe felt a jolt through her body. She couldn''t take it anymore, so she shoved him away and turned to leave.


    It wasn''t until the door mmed shut that Theodore felt all his strength drain away. He leaned weakly against the closet door, wiping his face with his hand.


    "Phoebe, if youe keep mepany, won''t Mr. Reynolds say something?" Grace asked, looking at Phoebe, who had changed into pajamas and was now sitting on the bed.


    Grace could tell that Phoebe and Theodore''s rtionship wasn''t like a typical married couple. There was always something between them, a distance that fluctuated.


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