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.

rough later, she knew she had provoked

tugging at his lips,

been out of

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

bound to happen. She just didn't

leaned in and pecked her lips. "Don't be shy, I liked

his face with the blanket, and ran to the bathroom, closing the door

in frustration. 'It's over! My reputation!' she

Orlando is urging us to go downstairs. Are

the bathroom forever. What

just tough it

on the bed, and she felt a mix of relief and slight disappointment. She quickly changed,

at the front desk checking out,

warm milk against

some milk. Drink it while it's

milk, sipping through the straw as they walked out

night's memories. Phoebe's rare initiative was something

bus steps were high. Her legs wobbled, and Theodore's hand steadied her waist. She turned

nose, cleared his

face hidden under a hat. Phoebe

go well with milk. Want to try?" he offered, opening

tempting. "The entire one? I might

finish, pass it