Forbidden Passion

Chapter 33 The Big Man’s Affair

Theodore caught the flying pillow with an easy stretch of his arm. Surprised, he looked at her; Phoebe, in her anger, somehow seemed more enticing. Her eyes sparkled with life.

"If you don't want to get up, we can go another round," he suggested.

"You beast!"

Phoebe was genuinely terrified. She scrambled out of bed, frantically dug out clean clothes from her luggage, and scurried into the bathroom.

Theodore touched his nose, and oddly enough, the gloomy mood that had clouded him for days cleared. He placed the pillow back on the bed and picked up the torn clothes tossing them into the trash.

Dressed, Phoebe stood by the sink, the mirror reflecting a cut at the corner of her mouth and her swollen lips.

She bit down hard. She never expected him to be gentle.

bathroom door startled Phoebe, then came Theodore's

at her. The very man who had been rough just moments

door as soon as they were done, but today appeared to be an

the split corner of her lip, a wound he had inflicted earlier. His expression turned sheepish.

past him. Even the most patient person

get

clear, piercing look. "Theodore, Vanessa's back. After all the

at the mention of Vanessa. "Mind your own

the bowl while eyeing the pot, Theodore, you've really got some nerve!" Having said that, she wriggled free from his grasp and strode to the hospital room door, yanking it open with a swift motion. Theodore's face burned as if he had been slapped. Just as he was

an embarrassed look, Mrs. Ziegler clung to the door frame, caught eavesdropping. Her dignity seemed to falter as

demeanor even further. "What, now you want

honed Phoebe's ability to return a sharp retort. Mrs. Ziegler's expression soured