Forbidden Passion

Chapter 300 The Man Who Moves Her Heart

Theodore gently raised his hand and stroked Phoebe's face. His force was too gentle And Phoebe felt a bit itchy in her sleep. She rubbed her face, buried it in her arms, and fell back into a deep sleep.

Theodore was so scared by Phoebe's continuous movements that he dared not even breathe until she fell back into a deep sleep. Then he let out a long breath, his heart beating very fast. He squatted on the ground, looked at Phoebe for a while, then stood up and bent over to pick Phoebe up in his arms; his movements were very light, afraid of waking her up. Theodore carried her back to bed, helped her take off her coat, and covered her with a blanket.

He stood by the bed for a while, then turned and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

The bathroom door closed, and the sound of showering came from inside. However, Phoebe, who was supposed to be deep asleep, slowly opened her eyes.

In fact, she was not in a deep sleep. She woke up when Theodore sat up.

She just didn't want to face him, so she pretended to be asleep.

Theodore, who was drunk and childish, everything he did was unconscious, but the sober him was cold and ruthless, a glance could hurt Phoebe's heart.

Listening to the sound of the shower, Phoebe fell asleep again, not even knowing when Theodore came out.

The next day, when Phoebe woke up, she was still a bit sleepy in bed. Feeling a heaviness on her waist, she reached into the blanket and touched an arm.

She turned to look to the side, seeing Theodore's calm sleeping face. He had thick and curly eyelashes, and he looked handsome while sleeping.

People actually looked less attractive when they were asleep, but Phoebe felt that the sleeping Theodore was less aggressive, like an angel, more vibrant, which made her heart flutter. She pursed her lips, thinking she was really hopeless.

Theodore had slapped her just the day before. How tolerant did she need to be to be moved by him again?

withdrew her gaze, gently moved the arm resting on her waist, and got out of bed

the

her bag back in the office and went to the piano room next

rarely touched the piano. To her, the piano was a luxury, just like Theodore. She tried to touch it as little as possible to avoid

she wanted to

which was spotless, the piano facing the floor-to-ceiling window, the morning sunlight streaming in,

tested the sound, and then sat on the piano stool. From here,

over the years were all in her mind, she could play their melodies with

the notes

the piano room didn't

company, they heard the melodious piano music. The beautiful music made them feel relaxed. They thought it was Vanessa who was in a good mood playing

they saw a figure with their

play the piano. She played just as well as Vanessa, even better because it was more

Phoebe, lest they couldn't hear such wonderful

of the company crowded at the door, all excitedly watching her. And behind the employees stood a tall and slender figure, wearing a mask and a duckbill cap. It was

slightly flushed as

just now, we think it was Miss Fitzroy playing..." The person hadn't finished speaking, but she was hit by a colleague next to

didn't mind, saying, "Let's

sight of Evan. Even with a mask and a duckbill cap, his highly recognizable eyes

handsome face ;and saw

famous in the film industry, the other was very famous in the TV drama industry. They were equally popular. Some people took out their phones to try to sneak a photo. But John, who had sharp eyes, noticed and stopped them. He shooed the

Evan remained leaning against the door, smiling at Phoebe. "I don't expect Miss Ziegler to play

modest,"