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.

the distance, his white jacket blending into the

up a box, but

this. It's freezing; you should rest in the

noticed he was holding a can

shook the can in front of her, looking pleased. "Mr. Reynolds gave me this milk. It's still warm from

Phoebe was speechless.

box and walked away. "Orlando, make sure to drink

away, scratching his head. 'Is she jealous of the attention Theodore gave me? But I'm a dude, so I shouldn't be a threat to Phoebe, right?' he thought, happily sipping the milk. It was the best he'd ever tasted. "Be careful with the boxes,

strutted off, drinking

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

saw the can of

to the church for rehearsal? Do your best, I'm rooting

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

it to me. He said I worked hard. Mr. Reynolds

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

Orlando rubbed his sore shoulder,

snowstorm, hearing the girls

She thought she was getting all cozy with him, but Mr. Reynolds ends up handing warm milk to Orlando instead.

match. Maybe she should lower her standards

"Exactly."

filling her heart with coldness.

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 all

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