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.

feeling his hands applying pressure on both sides. For a moment, she thought he was going to

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

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

said, "Your shoulders and neck

some stretching?" Phoebe blurted out without thinking, surprising not only Theodore but herself

never had any physical contact. She always tried to avoid

it's inconvenient for you..." she trailed off, but before she could finish her sentence, her shoulders were enveloped by a pair of warm, broad palms. She immediately straightened her posture,

a bit, your shoulders are

of red spread to the back of her ears, even coloring her neck. Theodore lowered his gaze, his breathing becoming somewhat heavy, and his eyes turned fierce, like a

to ease this ambiguous and

vaguely remembered how difficult it was during her pregnancy. Her legs began to swell after five months, and she would experience leg

her legs were enveloped in warm arms. Theodore sat cross-legged on the bed,

would massage her for a while until

this past, Phoebe finally understood how much he had longed for the arrival of that child and how much he now

wanting to confess her feelings to him. Even if it was

interrupted Phoebe's words. The door was pushed open, and Madison, wearing a pink dress, walked in. " TheodoreBig brother, Mr. FitzroyUncle Jian

his hand, his brows and eyes returning to their usual coldness. Only a lingering trace of

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

his suit jacket and quickly reached out, taking the suit

at her in surprise,

lip and inexplicably felt a hint of grievance. Ignoring Madison's presence, she said,

it later? There are guests waiting for big

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