Forbidden Passion

Chapter 796 Horseplay

Phoebe placed his phone and wallet on the table. She sat in a corner of the sofa and started scrolling through Facebook on her phone. After a while, the sound of running water from the bathroom stopped.

Phoebe instinctively looked up. The bathroom door opened slightly from the inside, and Theodore emerged with a white towel wrapped around his waist. Crystal-clear water droplets rolled down his body and into the towel.

The door was only slightly ajar, seemingly to check if anyone was outside. When their eyes met, he said calmly, "You're here. Come in and help me with something."

Phoebe was a bit puzzled. "Me?"

"The paint is stuck on the back of my neck, and I can't wash it off. Can you help me clean it?" Theodore noticed her wary expression. "Relax, this is your place. If I try anything, you can scream for help."

Phoebe's gaze swept over Theodore's firm chest, and she spoke calmly, "Turn around, let me see if it's clean."

Theodore obediently turned his back to Phoebe.

His hair was wet, clumped together with paint, and dripping water. The back of his neck was red, with red paint even behind his ears, clearly not washed off.

Phoebe pursed her lips, stood up, and walked over. Theodore pushed the bathroom door open and walked straight in, the room filled with steam.

She looked inside; it was just a simple shower. She moved a plastic stool over and had him sit under the showerhead.

Theodore sat on the stool, his long legs stretched out on the floor. The towel slid off his thighs to the sides. Phoebe glanced quickly and then looked away.

Standing behind him, she rolled up her sleeves and glanced at the paint on the back of his neck. It looked hard to clean.

She scratched it with her fingernail. Theodore's body tensed, and his breathing became heavy. He asked in a hoarse voice, "What are you doing?"

fingernail, frowning even more. "The paint isn't dry yet. Scrubbing it off is difficult. Should I get

this, Phoebe cursed Vanessa in her

had been poured

agitated. Phoebe's scratch had given him a

dry lips, his nerves on edge. He

She brought it back to the bathroom and saw Theodore sitting there. She said, "There's no outlet over there. Come

his eyes and glanced at her, his gaze lingering on her face for a few seconds. He obediently moved the stool over and sat with his back to

the hairdryer and blew on the back of his neck. The smell of paint was pungent,

air for a while, then pressed the

fingers touched the back of his neck. His muscles tensed again. He made small talk, "What did you say to

hairdryer. "Nothing much. We never have much to say

tilted his head slightly towards her. "Are

on his neck. "You took all the paint. If anyone should be angry, it's

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tickled Phoebe's waist. "I saved you, and this is how you repay

and quickly backed away, but Theodore grabbed her waist. "Hey, this is

employees were working overtime. What would they think if they heard

laughter, her cheeks flushed. His eyes sparkled, and he

was wrong, but Theodore had her pinned against the sink, his hands moving around her waist. She was almost too ticklish to

you anymore." Phoebe pouted, her voice tinged with laughter, showing she

you were

her lips, and she couldn't help but plead,

meant to tease her, but hearing her plead so softly stirred

but his grip on