Forbidden Passion

Chapter 449

Chapter 449 Hand Warmers

Phoebe finished her breakfast, folded her pajamas, and noticed Theodore rubbing his arm, looking like he wanted to say something but hesitated.

She pretended not to see him. After packing her suitcase, she turned back to find Theodore still massaging his arm.

Theodore smiled innocently when he saw her looking. "It's okay, you go ahead. I can wait."

Phoebe sighed and walked over. She brushed his hand aside and gently pressed his arm. "Does it hurt here?"

Theodore nodded. "A little."

"And here?" she asked.

"Also a bit," he replied.

Phoebe glanced at him and silently helped relax his muscles.

Theodore stole a glance at Phoebe, detecting her soft demeanor. His gaze drifted to the marks on her neck, a pang of sorrow clouding his eyes. Without thinking, he reached out to gently graze his cool fingers over the bruises, causing Phoebe to freeze in surprise.

"Does it still hurt?" he asked softly.

His touch was gentle, but it still made Phoebe feel suffocated, it wasn't as intense as when she had been throttled before.

Her eyes burned, feeling tender inside. She turned her head away.

Such tenderness after violence felt ridiculous, yet it moved her deeply.

But at this moment, his brief tenderness made her feel a bit relaxed. She even bizarrely wanted to

she

her back to reality. She realized she had actually put her neck into Theodore's hand. A shiver ran down her

ruffling her hair before withdrawing. "Open

hurried to the door, almost tripping over the

Orlando standing outside,

noticing her flushed ears. "Have you and Mr. Reynolds finished packing? We're ready to

her throat. "Yes, we're ready. We

and two large

stepped aside.

walked in. Theodore stood up, putting on

picked up a

Reynolds,"

walked out, Phoebe went back in to check if

the bus, some employees from the company's art troupe were heading to

they felt a pang of envy. A strikingly beautiful young girl saw Theodore standing outside the bus smoking. She admired his tall, dignified figure, even in the

chance to get close to Theodore

put them in her jacket pocket, and got off the

spoke of Phoebe with more disdain than envy, they would also try to seduce

troupe. She was beautiful, not as dazzling as

icy snow, she spoke, her breath forming a white mist, "Mr. Reynolds, why are you standing outside? Aren't you

glanced at Violet. She had a delicate and pretty face. He took a drag

in her hand and said, "I heard from Orlando that it will be even colder in the

and asked indifferently, "What kind of

and

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