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?"

off is difficult.

she said this, Phoebe cursed Vanessa in

that bucket of paint had been poured

agitated. Phoebe's scratch had

licked his dry lips, his nerves on edge. He shouldn't have

brought it back to the bathroom and saw Theodore

his gaze lingering on her face for a few seconds. He obediently moved the stool over and

back of his neck. The smell of

blew cold air for a while, then pressed the paint

back of his neck. His muscles tensed again. He made small talk, "What did

the sink, casually blowing with the hairdryer. "Nothing much.

tilted his head slightly towards her.

paint on his neck. "You

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"I saved you, and this is how you repay me,

didn't expect him to act so suddenly. She was ticklish and quickly backed

think if they heard them playing

her cheeks flushed. His eyes sparkled, and

say she was wrong, but Theodore had her pinned against the sink, his hands moving around her

pouted, her voice tinged with laughter, showing she wasn't really mad

at her. "Say you were wrong, and I'll let you

hands. Laughter spilled from her lips, and she couldn't help but plead, "I

but hearing her plead so softly stirred a desire deep within

his grip on