Forbidden Passion

Chapter 479 Love Is Hard to Express

Nathaniel had a couple of dress designs in his hand. He brought them over for Phoebe to check out, but she was just mindlessly flipping through them.

Her mind was totally on Theodore, who was nearby picking out fabrics. He stood there under this warm yellow light, making his chiseled, handsome face look even more striking. He was deep in conversation with the manager. Theodore had this unique charm that just drew people in. No matter where he was, eyes would naturally gravitate towards him, and Phoebe was no exception.

She couldn't even pinpoint when she started falling for Theodore.

Was it that night when she was drunk, and he whispered "baby" in her ear? Or was it later, during her pregnancy, when she woke up in pain from leg cramps, and Theodore was always there to massage her legs?

For four years, her feelings for Theodore had been a tangled mess. It was only now that she realized she loved him. But this love was buried deep inside her, hard to express.

Theodore found a fabric he liked and turned around, catching Phoebe's gaze. Seeing her quickly look away, he chuckled to himself.

The saying that a good sex life impacted a relationship was spot on. Phoebe lowered her head, looking at the designs in front of her. The dress styles were all pretty similar, and she really couldn't decide. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Theodore walking towards her with those smooth, confident steps, like a wild leopard.

Theodore's eyes were locked on Phoebe. "Seen any style you like?" he asked gently.

Phoebe glanced up at Theodore, seeing him sit down beside her. They were super close, his hand resting on the back of the sofa behind her, almost half-hugging her.

"There are too many styles; I can't choose," Phoebe said.

"Let me see." Theodore reached out with his other hand to flip through the designs. His face was almost touching her neck, his breath lightly brushing against her skin, making her feel all tingly and numb.

Phoebe instinctively tilted her head. She felt like she was about to lose control of her body.

Theodore raised an eyebrow. "What's wrong?"

saliva. She quickly

retorted, "It's not very

cleared her throat. "A black

to Phoebe's waist, and her body suddenly tensed under

like this style, we can change it to another color," Nathaniel, who envied Theodore and Phoebe's

were married unless they told you. But some couples

making her flinch. He then firmly

hand away. The next second,

Phoebe said, "Someone's watching."

up, "You can pretend I'm not

couple's style. You can see what fits, and if the design needs to be changed, we can discuss it." Theodore flipped through a few more pages. He knew it was too late to redraw the designs now. Custom-made dresses were already slow, and there were only a few days left until Christmas Day. Theodore asked, "Phoebe, is there

I think it suits

course, we have the same fabric in pink. I'll bring it over for you to choose," the manager said, hurrying off to find the

of shades of pink, which was a bit

it over to try on Phoebe. It was a soft pink that made her look

good eye. This fabric suits Mrs. Reynolds perfectly. It has a strong sheen. I'll make a pocket

all, using this pink fabric

to the company. The vibe in the car was chill. When they got to the company entrance, they ran into Vanessa getting out of a nanny van. Vanessa

four of them exchanged glances, each with their

Theodore, and at that moment, Vanessa seemed to

out to steady

hair from her face and smiled at Theodore. "I'm fine, just not

a cast. The doctor had said that even after the cast was removed, Vanessa

grew