Forbidden Passion

Chapter 448 Do You Want to Commit Murder?

The hotel was short on rooms, and since Phoebe and Theodore were last-minute additions, they were left without one. Orlando, sweating with anxiety, found them waiting in the simple lobby.

He pulled Phoebe aside and said, "Ms. Ziegler, here's the situation: the hotel is fully booked. I found a nearby resident who can lend us a place for the night. It's that white house we passed. So, either you and Mr. Reynolds stay there, or you two share a single room."

That single room was meant for Orlando, but if Theodore stayed, Orlando could crash at the resident's place.

Before Phoebe could respond, Theodore said, "I'll share the room with Phoebe. You stay with the resident."

Orlando was surprised and gave Phoebe a knowing look, thinking, 'So, the rumors about Theodore being Phoebe's sugar daddy turned out to be true.'

He handed the room key to Phoebe, grabbed his toiletries, and left with the resident.

Phoebe remembered Orlando's look and felt a bit uncomfortable, even though she was used to it.

It was late, so they kept things simple. Phoebe got two boxed meals and brought them back. Theodore opened the window to air out the freezing room, clearly unhappy with the hotel's cleanliness due to his germophobia. Phoebe placed the meals on a shabby wooden board attached to the wall and said, "It's just boxed meals. Eat while it's hot."

Theodore frowned but didn't complain. He took a few bites and then set it aside, heading to the bathroom to undress.

The shower was separated by a semi-transparent glass door with simple patterns. Phoebe, holding her meal, looked up and saw Theodore's tall, well-built figure in the bathroom.

thinking, 'No wonder Orlando gave me that look. Even if we

physique, turned on the hot water and knocked on

out of it,

the window. She heard him come out but didn't look up, grabbing her things

wanted to shower while there was still hot water. But seeing the semi-transparent door, she didn't have the courage to

and the band-aid on your head probably came off. I brought disinfectant and medicine for

turning around. Phoebe rummaged through her suitcase for the disinfectant and medicine. Her fingers

his hairline, washed white by the water. It was quite long,

disinfectant on the wound, and Theodore gasped in pain. She quickly asked, "Does it hurt a

"Are you trying to kill me?" Phoebe knew he was in real pain. She leaned in and gently

grabbed Phoebe and said with a

wound needs to be disinfected, or it could

knelt behind him,

late, and they had to leave early the next

Phoebe said, "Good night."

sideways with her back to him, Theodore turned off his phone and

they lay down,

him, exuding a sense of rejection. He closed his eyes and turned his

woke Phoebe. She opened her eyes to find

body wash lingered in the air. It wasn't Theodore's usual fresh mint scent, but