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.

might still hurt her if she angered him again. But at this moment, his brief tenderness made her feel

or pain, she

door snapped her back to reality. She realized she had actually put her neck into Theodore's hand. A

gently ruffling her hair before

hurried to the door, almost tripping over the

it to find Orlando

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

throat. "Yes, we're

bed and two large suitcases. "I'll take

stepped aside. "Thanks,

problem." Orlando walked in. Theodore stood up, putting

up a

Reynolds,"

went back in to check

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

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, even in the snow. Her heart

had never had a chance to get close to Theodore at the company, but today

put them in her jacket pocket,

disdain than envy, they would also try to seduce Theodore if

Morris, was the lead dancer of the art troupe. She was beautiful, not as dazzling as Vanessa, but somewhere between Vanessa and

her breath forming a white mist, "Mr. Reynolds,

She had a delicate and pretty face. He took a drag of

heard from Orlando that it will be even colder in the

smoke and

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 them inside your clothes, they work