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?"

Scrubbing it off is

she said this, Phoebe cursed Vanessa in

had been poured on Phoebe, her

agitated. Phoebe's scratch had given him a strange sense

you do what you think is best." Theodore licked his dry lips, his nerves on edge.

turned and went out, finding a hairdryer in the lounge. She brought it back to the bathroom and

his gaze lingering on her face for a few seconds.

of his neck. The smell of paint was pungent, but mixed

while, then pressed the paint with her hand. It

of his neck. His muscles tensed again.

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

his head slightly towards her. "Are

I be angry?" Phoebe stared at the red paint on his neck. "You took all the

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

ticklish and quickly backed

overtime. What would they think

sparkled, and he couldn't help but smile. "So, are you

her pinned against the sink, his hands moving around her waist. She was

not helping you anymore." Phoebe pouted, her voice tinged with laughter, showing she

you were wrong, and

her lips, and she couldn't help

hearing her plead so softly stirred a desire deep

but his grip