Forbidden Passion

Chapter 451 Don't Underestimate Him

Phoebe stared blankly at Edward, who had suddenly appeared, while Orlando's voice echoed in her ear. "Ms. Ziegler, are you okay?" Edward stepped in front of Phoebe, backing up a bit. The truck workers kept apologizing. He waved them off and looked at Phoebe. "Are you hurt?" Edward asked.

Phoebe snapped out of it, instinctively stepping back from Edward. "I'm fine. What about you? Why are you here?"

Edward pointed to the Vanderbilt Group's convoy in the distance. "I came with the company's vehicles. I saw you from afar and thought I was mistaken, but it's really you. Why are you here?" Phoebe looked where he pointed. She hadn't known the Vanderbilt Group was involved in this effort.

"Doing good deeds is everyone's responsibility," Phoebe said.

Edward smiled, his eyes full of complex emotions. "It's a relief to see you looking so lively and well."

Phoebe glared at him. "Do people really say 'lively and well' like that?"

Edward raised his hand to ruffle her hair but then withdrew it. "The wound on your forehead has healed. Luckily, it didn't leave a scar."

Phoebe touched her forehead. "Yeah, maybe because I'm young, I heal fast. It's all good now."

The surface wound had healed, but only she knew if her heart had.

Edward put his hands back in his jacket pockets. "Alright, you get busy. If you need any help, come to me."

"Okay," Phoebe replied.

They looked at each other for a few seconds, then Edward turned and left.

his white jacket

up a box, but Orlando

let us handle this. It's freezing; you should rest

a can of milk. Her

gave me this milk.

Phoebe was speechless.

sure to drink it while

happily sipping the milk. It was the best he'd ever tasted. "Be careful with the boxes, don't let them hit Ms. Ziegler," he warned. "Do you know who she is? She's Mr. Reynolds' treasure. If you hurt her, be prepared for him to

strutted off, drinking his

entered the hotel, he saw the company's art troupe girls coming out. He greeted

was at the back. When she saw the can of milk in Orlando's hand, her

the church for

at the milk, feeling mocked. "Orlando, where did you get that

gave it to me. He

some snickers from the front, her face paling even more. She

Orlando rubbed

into the snowstorm, hearing the girls in front

with him, but Mr. Reynolds ends up handing warm milk

match. Maybe she should lower

"Exactly."

reached Violet's ears, filling her heart with coldness. She

by climbing into bed, why can't I? Once I secure Theodore's favor, those who now dare to mock me will soon be at my feet, seeking my approval. Then I'll deal with them

to various impoverished families. Orlando finished assigning