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?"

She quickly said, "Nothing, I

retorted, "It's

black dress is a timeless

the sofa moved to Phoebe's waist, and her body suddenly tensed under his touch. He said, "You are the hostess of the

color," Nathaniel, who

know they were married unless they told you. But some couples only needed

making her flinch. He then firmly

shivered and quickly raised her hand to pull Theodore's hand away. The

Phoebe said, "Someone's watching."

up, "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

just saw. I think it suits me.

course, we have the same fabric in pink. I'll bring it over

shades of pink, which was a bit much for

the end, Theodore made the call on a pink fabric. Nathaniel brought it over to

good eye. This fabric suits Mrs. Reynolds perfectly. It has a

all, using this pink fabric extensively on

to the company entrance, they ran into Vanessa

glances, each with their

that moment, Vanessa

to steady

at Theodore. "I'm fine, just not used to the new

that even after the cast was

grew