Forbidden Passion

Chapter 460 No Need to Be Shy, I Really Like It

It was late. Theodore held Phoebe as she cried in his arms. The belt around his wrist had come undone.

He kissed her forehead, brow, and eyes, each kiss tender and full of love.

Phoebe's tears subsided as Theodore gently cradled her face, and they shared a tender kiss. They reclined, with Phoebe resting on top of Theodore, feeling secure in his embrace. "Sleep now, we have to get up early tomorrow," Theodore said softly.

Phoebe closed her eyes, snuggling into his shoulder. She soon fell asleep.

Theodore listened to her steady breathing, kissed her head, and lay back down, content.

When Phoebe woke up, it was light outside. Theodore was by the window, smoking.

She closed her eyes, recalling last night, then suddenly stiffened and opened them wide.

Theodore heard her change in breathing and knew she was awake. He put out his cigarette and walked to the bed.

Sunlight streamed in, and the curtains fluttered, casting shadows on Theodore's face.

He sat on the bed's edge, looking at Phoebe under the covers, and chuckled. "You weren't shy last night."

Before he could finish, Phoebe covered his mouth. "Don't say it," she snapped, glaring at him.

She remembered crying uncontrollably and felt embarrassed about her actions.

later, she knew she

tugging at his lips, making her

must have been out of my mind last night!'

her unborn baby, she was emotional. Seeing Theodore

to happen. She just didn't

"Don't be shy, I liked

bathroom, closing the door behind her. Theodore's laughter

grabbed her hair in frustration. 'It's over! My reputation!'

knocked and called, "Phoebe, Orlando is urging us to go downstairs. Are you ready?" Phoebe looked in the mirror and reluctantly replied, "Wait a

could, she'd hide in the bathroom forever. What

tough it out,

the room, noticing Theodore was gone. Her clothes were neatly laid out on the bed, and she felt a mix of relief

Orlando was at the front desk checking out, and Theodore waited at the

warm milk against her face. She dodged

it while it's hot," he said, handing it

took the milk, sipping through the straw as

was softer, still savoring last night's memories. Phoebe's rare

waist. She turned to see his

nose, cleared his throat,

empty. Phoebe glanced back and saw Violet by the window, her face hidden under a hat. Phoebe sat by

some pastries. They go well with milk. Want to try?" he offered,

one? I might not finish it," she

it over to me,"