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.

him disappear into the distance, his white jacket

bent down to pick up

handle this. It's freezing; you should

was holding a

Reynolds gave

Phoebe was speechless.

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

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, don't let them hit Ms. Ziegler," he warned. "Do you know who she is? She's Mr. Reynolds' treasure. If you hurt her,

strutted off, drinking his

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

saw the can of milk in Orlando's

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

the milk, feeling mocked.

He said I

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

she get angry?" Orlando rubbed his

into the snowstorm, hearing the girls

was getting all cozy with him, but Mr. Reynolds

match. Maybe

"Exactly."

reached Violet's ears, filling her heart with

I secure Theodore's favor,

everyone was to distribute supplies to various impoverished families. Orlando finished assigning groups