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 wanted to

she didn't care

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

moved away, gently ruffling her hair before withdrawing. "Open the

hurried to the door, almost tripping

find Orlando standing

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

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

on the bed and two large

aside. "Thanks,

in. Theodore stood up, putting

up a suitcase, and said,

Reynolds,"

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

the bus, some employees from the company's art troupe were heading to the mountains for a charity performance.

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 snow. Her heart

close to

two hand warmers from her backpack, put them in her jacket pocket, and got off the bus, not

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

the art troupe. She was beautiful,

jogged to Theodore's side. In the icy snow, she spoke, her breath forming a white mist, "Mr. Reynolds, why are

holding a half-smoked cigarette, glanced at Violet. She had a delicate and pretty face. He

Orlando that it

and asked

Violet took out the two hand warmers from her bag and handed them over. "You