Theodore was totally wrecked, wanting to pull her back into his arms and make everything okay. But the second he moved, Phoebe let out this blood-curdling scream, like he was about to smack her or something. Boom! All the lights in the vi flicked on. The servants and bodyguards downstairs heard the screams and started giving each other these worried looks. Should they go check it out?


    What if Theodore was actually hurting Phoebe and things got out of hand?


    But no one had the guts to go up. They just stood there, listening to her screams echo through the cold night.


    Theodore was beat, scared Phoebe might hurt herself. Ignoring her pushing him away, he yanked her into his arms. "Phoebe, chill out. It''s okay, don''t be scared. The bad guys are gone. You''re safe now!" he said, trying to calm her down. Phoebe kept shaking, clutching Theodore''s shirt like a lifeline. Her nails dug into his chest, leaving deep red marks. Theodore stayed upforting Phoebe until almost dawn when she finally crashed into a deep sleep. Staring at her peaceful face, Theodore couldn''t sleep. He kicked himself for not saving her sooner.@@novelbin@@


    If he had gotten to her earlier, she would have suffered less and wouldn''t have such severe psychological trauma.


    He got out of bed, tucked her in, threw on his robe, and stepped out.


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