Forbidden Passion

Chapter 19 Tension in the Air

Mrs. Reynolds' birthday had arrived in the blink of an eye, and her birthday banquet was held at the ReynoldsSheng Mansion as it was every year. They had hired the top chef team in the country to prepare a sumptuous feast.

Chapter 5: Unexpected Encounter

Recently, Phoebe had been feeling down and couldn't seem to muster any enthusiasm. During breakfast, Mrs. Reynolds noticed the dark circles under her eyes and furrowed her brow, asking, "Phoebe, did you not sleep well last night?" On this particular day, everyone was present, all eyes fixed on her. Phoebe felt extremely awkward and blurted out, "I'm fine, I must have just slept in a bad position."

"Next time, look for your big brother," Christopher gestured towards Theodore, "He knows massage therapy. Let him give you a stretch."

"You know massage therapy?" Phoebe looked at Theodore in amazement.

"I know a little," Theodore put down his chopsticks, his gaze complex. "Let me take a look later."

Phoebe gawked at him in amazement. The man was full of surprises.: "..."

She never expected Theodore to actually have learned massage therapy. As the CEO of a multinational corporation with countless responsibilities, why would he bother learning such a skill? Phoebe was genuinely curious. After finishing breakfast, Phoebe and Theodore went back to their room.

In the bedroom on the third floor, Phoebe sat nervously on the couch. She watched as Theodore took off his suit jacket and draped it over the back of the couch. He unfastened his cufflinks, rolled up his sleeves, revealing his strong forearms. Phoebe nervously licked her lips and saw him walking towards her. Her heart raced, as she had only casually made up the story earlier. Now, she was hesitant and unsure of how to proceed. "When did you learn massage therapy?" "When you were pregnant," Theodore said.

Phoebe was dumbfounded. "What?"

Theodore propped one leg on the couch beside her, placed one hand on her shoulder, and used the other hand to support the back of her head. "Just relax."

Phoebe didn't have time to think. Her back was against the man's chest, and his warm body temperature seeped through their thin clothes. She caught a whiff of a scent mixed with hormones and mint.

For a moment, she thought

the other side, continuing the pressure. When he felt she had been stretched enough, he withdrew

and Phoebe gently turned her neck, supporting it with her hand. She wasn't sure if the stiffness in her neck had completely disappeared, but her shoulders and neck felt much better. "It seems to have worked,"

shoulders and neck were very stiff. You should stretch more

blurted out without thinking, surprising not only Theodore

aside from their intimate encounters, they had never had any physical contact. She always tried to avoid it. But now, she had actually taken

sentence, her shoulders were enveloped by a pair of warm, broad palms. She immediately straightened her posture, her whole body tensing up.

your shoulders

the back of her ears, even coloring

times to say something, to ease this ambiguous and fiery atmosphere at the moment, but

said he learned massage when she was pregnant. She vaguely remembered how difficult it was during her pregnancy. Her legs began to swell after

was awakened once again by the pain, her legs were enveloped in

would massage her for a while until she fell

reflecting on this past, Phoebe finally understood how much he had longed for

impulse, wanting to confess her feelings to him. Even if it was too late, she

wearing a pink dress, walked in. " TheodoreBig brother, Mr. FitzroyUncle Jian and Mrs. FitzroyAunt Jian are

coldness. Only a lingering trace of deep desire remained in his eyes. He said, "I'll

as he refastened his shirt cufflinks. She felt anxious and irritated for

to get his suit jacket and quickly reached out,

at her in surprise,

of grievance. Ignoring Madison's presence, she said, "Theodore, there's something I want to

guests waiting for big brother downstairs." Madison impatiently

and when he saw her sullenly turn her head away, he looked back at Phoebe, his tone somewhat gentle. "Phoebe, go ahead. I'm listening." Tears welled up in Phoebe's eyes as she had many things she wanted to say. She wanted to ask him if, in these three years, he had even the slightest bit of affection for