Forbidden Passion

Chapter 42 Still love him

Vanessa's eyes locked onto the blush staining Phoebe's cheeks, her expression twisting momentarily with an envy that scorched her insides. What had they been doing before she knocked? Could it have been...

"Miss Ziegler, I'm looking for Theodore," said Vanessa, her voice betraying none of the envy she'd ground down and swallowed, opting instead for a facade of calm as she addressed Phoebe. Phoebe's brow knitted slightly. Vanessa was hardly discreet about her intentions. "At this hour? What do you need Mr. Fitzroy for?"

"My door won't lock properly; I was hoping Theodore could take a look," Vanessa explained.

Phoebe glanced at the room across the hall. She had just been inside with Lucy, and the door had locked without issue. Was Vanessa suggesting to Theodore that she'd leave her door open for him? "There's no need to bother him with that; I can fix it," Phoebe said before squeezing past Vanessa and firmly shutting the door behind her, blocking her view.

Vanessa gritted her teeth, a hint of sarcasm edging her tone. "I wouldn't have pegged you as the handywoman type, Miss Ziegler."

"There's a lot you wouldn't expect about me." Phoebe headed over to the problematic door, testing the handle several times, confirming that it was indeed broken-sabotaged, more likely.

Out of the corner of her eye, she caught Vanessa avoiding her gaze, evidently rattled by Phoebe's insight.

seems like a loose spring. I'll grab my toolbox," Phoebe

of

shortly with a toolbox from the attic, where a set was always kept for common issues like this. It didn't take her long to fix the door. Vanessa's demeanor darkened

advice, "Get some rest, Miss Fitzroy. Make sure

silent, glaring at the repaired door,

shower, dressed only in a pair of black boxer-briefs and a loose black T-shirt-his well-built thighs constrained by the fabric of his shorts, his legs long and toned. Phoebe let her eyes linger just a moment before turning away, her cheeks flushed with a hint of crimson

on the vanity stool, legs propped up. "What were you

carefully avoiding a direct glimpse of his sculpted

"Did you?" Theodore pressed.

keep out the troublemakers," said Phoebe indirectly hinting to Theodore

let out a light chuckle,

slid into bed, she caught Theodore toweling his hair in her peripheral vision. She reached for her tablet and began to catch up on the latest season