Forbidden Passion

Chapter 101 Can He Truly Be Gentle?

Theodore frowned, looking at the broken skin on both sides of her heels, which turned white when soaked in hot water. "How did it get so bad?" Phoebe glanced at him. It seemed like he just noticed her injured feet now. She felt bitter inside. "I changed into a new pair of shoes today. I didn't expect them to be so uncomfortable."

They stayed at the Reynolds Mansion last night, and they had prepared several pairs of new shoes there. When they were leaving this morning, she didn't pay attention and wore a new pair. It was just her luck that they got stuck in traffic on the way to Mantua Stadium.

In her haste to go backstage to support Noah Myers, her heels got blistered while walking through the sports arena. After going from Kedora to Riaca City, her heels were a mess. At first, the pain was numb and she couldn't feel it, but after soaking in hot water, the burning pain surged up.

Theodore opened the first-aid kit, took out the iodine and cotton swabs, and squatted in front of her, disinfecting the wounds on her heels with the swab. "Don't wear high heels in the future."

Phoebe was silent for a moment, but then she said, "So if one day I choke while eating, are you going to forbid me from eating again?" "Is that the same thing?" Theodore glared at her, suspicious of her intentionally bringing up an argument. Phoebe pursed her lips and reached out to grab the cotton swab from his hand. "I'll do it myself," she said. "A quick application of medicine and I can finally sleep. I'm so tired."

angry. Phoebe decided not to snatch it

swab into the trash and put everything back

was startled. "What are you

course, it's time to go back to sleep in the room," Theodore replied, carrying her effortlessly up the stairs as if she were

time. She was truly exhausted, yawned, and leaned against his chest. She listened to the rhythm of his

room and laid her on the large bed, she

stood silently by the bedside, watching her for a while before reaching out to help

She swatted his hand away in her sleep and burrowed further under the blanket,

interpreting a fierce Spartan warrior,