Forbidden Passion

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.

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

pain, she didn't care

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

hair before withdrawing. "Open the

hurried to the door, almost

it to find Orlando standing outside,

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

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

bed and two

aside. "Thanks,

Orlando walked in. Theodore stood up,

picked up a suitcase,

Mr. Reynolds,"

back in to check if

employees from the company's art troupe were heading to

night, when they found out that Theodore and Phoebe were rooming together, they felt a pang of envy. A strikingly beautiful young girl saw Theodore standing outside the bus smoking. She admired his tall, dignified figure,

get close to Theodore at

grabbed two hand warmers from her backpack, put them in her jacket

with more disdain than envy, they would also try to seduce Theodore if given the

was the lead dancer of the art troupe. She was beautiful, not

icy snow, she spoke, her breath forming a white

at Violet. She had a delicate and

Orlando that it

of smoke and asked indifferently, "What kind

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? Just tuck