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.

she knew she had provoked

tugging at his lips, making her cheeks

have been out of my

meeting her unborn baby, she was emotional. Seeing Theodore and smelling his mint scent made

emotions had peaked, and something was bound to happen. She just didn't expect

leaned in and pecked her lips. "Don't

the blanket, and ran to the bathroom, closing the door behind her. Theodore's laughter echoed outside. Her legs went weak, and she almost

frustration. 'It's over!

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

the bathroom forever. What

could just tough it out, it would be others

neatly laid out on the bed, and she felt a mix of

was parked. Orlando was at the front desk checking out, and Theodore waited at the entrance with a bag

milk against her face. She dodged

milk. Drink it while it's

took the milk, sipping through the straw

last night's memories. Phoebe's

walked ahead, but the bus steps were high. Her legs wobbled, and Theodore's hand steadied her waist. She turned to see his smiling

nose, cleared his

her face hidden under a hat. Phoebe sat by the window, and Theodore took

well with milk. Want to try?" he

aroma was tempting. "The entire one? I might not finish it,"

it over to me," he replied, handing