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.

might still hurt her if she angered him again. But at this moment, his brief tenderness made her feel a bit relaxed. She even bizarrely wanted to offer her neck

or pain, she didn't

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

hair

door, almost tripping over the

to find Orlando standing outside, about to knock

Ziegler," Orlando said, noticing her flushed ears. "Have you and

"Yes, we're ready.

and

stepped aside.

Theodore stood up, putting on

up a

Reynolds," Orlando

they walked out, Phoebe went back in to check if they

troupe were heading to

found out that Theodore and Phoebe were rooming together, they felt a pang of envy. A strikingly beautiful young girl saw

a chance to get close to Theodore at the

backpack, put them in her jacket pocket, and

disdain than envy, they would also try to seduce Theodore

dancer of the art troupe. She was beautiful, not

the icy snow, she spoke, her breath forming a white mist, "Mr.

Violet. She had a delicate and pretty face. He took a

that it will be even colder in

a puff of smoke and asked indifferently, "What kind of cold-weather

example, hand warmers. If you didn't prepare any, I have some here." Violet took out the two hand warmers from her bag and handed them over. "You haven't used these before, have you?

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