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.

disappear into the distance, his

down to pick up

this. It's freezing; you

he was holding a can of

"Mr. Reynolds gave me this milk. It's still warm from his

Phoebe was speechless.

up the box and walked away. "Orlando, make sure to drink it while it's warm. Don't waste Mr. Reynolds' kind

right?' he thought, happily sipping the milk. It was the best he'd ever tasted. "Be careful with the boxes, don't let them hit Ms. Ziegler,"

strutted off, drinking

company's art troupe girls coming

back. When she saw the can

"Miss Morris, heading to the church

at the milk, feeling mocked. "Orlando, where

gave it to me. He said I worked hard.

snickers from the front, her face paling even more. She bumped Orlando's shoulder

did she get angry?" Orlando rubbed his sore shoulder,

hearing the girls in

cozy with him, but Mr. Reynolds ends

she and Orlando are quite a match. Maybe she should lower her standards and

"Exactly."

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

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

everyone was to distribute supplies to various impoverished families. Orlando finished assigning groups but didn't