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?"

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

Phoebe cursed Vanessa

of paint had been poured on Phoebe, her hair

bit agitated. Phoebe's scratch had given him

his nerves on edge. He shouldn't have asked Phoebe to

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

a few seconds. He obediently

blew on the back of his neck. The smell

while, then pressed the paint

her fingers touched the back of his neck. His muscles

with the hairdryer. "Nothing much. We never have much

head slightly towards her. "Are you

stared at the red paint on his neck. "You took all the paint. If

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turned around and tickled Phoebe's waist. "I saved you,

expect him to act so suddenly. She was ticklish and quickly backed away, but Theodore grabbed her waist. "Hey, this is

think

sparkled,

but Theodore had her pinned against the sink, his hands moving around

pouted, her voice tinged with laughter,

were wrong, and I'll

lips, and she couldn't

to tease her, but hearing her plead so softly stirred a desire deep

his grip