Forbidden Passion

Chapter 15 The Occupied Heart

Theodore walked towards her amidst the scattered golden rays of light, seeing her trembling so violently that he reached out to touch her. "What's wrong with you, are you sick?"

"Slap!"

Phoebe slapped away his hand, staggering back two steps. "Don't touch me!"

The atmosphere suddenly froze.

Theodore's hand froze in mid-air, a red mark immediately appearing on the clear bones of the back of his hand. In his calm and tranquil eyes, waves of shock and turmoil surged. He took a step forward, grabbed her wrist, and pinned her against the wall, hot breath pouring over her. "What, you don't want me to touch you, then who do you want to touch?" Phoebe bit her lip, turning her face to the side. The man's breath tickled her neck, making her tremble uncontrollably.

In the thin summer clothes, with her head turned like this, the defined lines of her neck resembled a swan waiting to be slaughtered, giving rise to the most primitive desires in humans. Theodore's eyes grew fierce, his breath becoming rapid.

His lips pressed against her fair and slender neck, the skin underneath trembling incessantly, a faint hint of fragrance lingering around his nose. It was her scent, carrying a slight warmth and a hint of sweetness. He became entranced by this fragrance, unable to free himself.

Suddenly, the suppressed sobbing of a woman reached his ears, causing Theodore's entire body to tremble. He slowly lifted his head, his gaze scalded by the tears on her face.

He pursed his lips and said harshly, "Why cry, do you hate being intimate with me so much?"

As soon as he said these words, he was angered by his own words.

Hating being touched by him, because she still held Edward in her heart. She really knows how to dig into his heart.

"Teddy, you bastard!" Phoebe forcefully pushed him, despite heris slim figure. She pushed again, but he didn't budge. Determined, she pushed even harder.

Her face turned red, but she still couldn't move him an inch.

Theodore held her chin, his gaze sinister. "I may not be as good at pleasing you as Edward, but Phoebe, even if I'm a bastard, I am still your husband. Remember that."

her

the ground, leaning against the wall, feeling utterly powerless. She covered her face

with the fragrant aroma of white rice porridge.

of going to the entrance, he walked into the dining room where Phoebe sat, having breakfast. He sat

bowl," he commanded with a

seated and replied in

"but you are my wife, and you should wait

dazzled by his

anyone be so

the kitchen to pour a bowl of steaming hot

head and took a sip, then glanced at Phoebe across the

gaze paused for a moment on the faint pink scar at the corner of her eye. He quickly looked away and cleared his

remarked, "You've been in the Reynolds family for three years, and Mom's birthday comes every

these past few days were just

his face. Then he added, "Perfect, I haven't prepared anything either.

agreed but the meaningful smug expression creeped her out. :

the smug

However, in her haste, she ended up scalding herself with the piping boiling hot porridge. Before Theodore could say "careful", he saw her stick out her tongue, inhaling sharply. He was simultaneously annoyed and amused. "Why

it to her. Seeing her tongue sticking out as it cooled off,

cold water,"

him, finding his voice somehow husky. She took the glass

tongue subsided, leaving a slight numbness. She

to time. He hadn't noticed before, but now he saw that there was gauze

fear and panic she felt

repeating verbatim what Theodore had said in the office, "A small wound won't kill