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

to pick up a box,

It's freezing; you should rest in

was holding a can of milk. Her

can in front of her, looking pleased. "Mr. Reynolds gave me

Phoebe was speechless.

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

threat to Phoebe, 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," he warned. "Do you know who she is?

off, drinking his

saw the company's art troupe

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

to the church

milk, feeling mocked. "Orlando,

He said I worked hard. Mr. Reynolds

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

she get angry?" Orlando rubbed his

snowstorm, hearing the girls in

should look in the mirror. She thought she was getting all cozy with him, but Mr. Reynolds ends up handing

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

"Exactly."

mocking voices reached Violet's ears, filling her heart

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

impoverished families. Orlando finished assigning