Forbidden Passion
Chapter 162 I’m Going Back

No matter what he was thinking, when Theodore wrapped the strip of dough around her ring finger, Phoebe's heart began to beat uncontrollably. She knew she was happy.

Regardless of the significance of this makeshift ring, it had healed the gloom that had shadowed her for days. Her lips curled into an involuntary smile as she admired the dough-crafted ring on her hand for a while before asking, "What flower is this on top?"

Theodore cocked his head to the side, "Can't you tell?"

Phoebe hummed in response.

Theodore looked at her and laughed, a laugh that sent a flutter through Phoebe's heart.

There was a playful tug of ambiguity between them as she turned away, picking up a cupcake and placing it in the oven to bake. During the wait, she looked down at the ring on her left ring finger, growing fonder of it by the second, not wanting to take it off. But she knew reality wouldn't allow it.

Catching a glimpse of the oven, an idea struck her - she could bake the ring into a cookie, allowing it to last longer.

She turned back to Theodore, "Can I take it off and bake it into a cookie?"

His gaze was tender, "Are you silly? If you don't take it off, how will you wear it every day?"

Phoebe felt a twinge of reluctance, "Then let me wear it for two more minutes."

Theodore was somewhat moved. Phoebe was a simple person, rarely caring about material possessions like clothes and jewelry.

Yet now, she was so delighted with a ring he had made on a whim. This was something he hadn't anticipated.

A "ding" from the oven timer interrupted their moment. Phoebe turned and carefully removed the dough ring from her finger, carefully placing it onto the baking tray to avoid it getting crushed. With their newfound experience from the previous batch, it didn't take long for the cupcakes to be ready.

Phoebe placed the remaining unbaked cupcakes, along with the dough ring, into the oven.

After 30 minutes, the cupcakes were baked to perfection, and the dough ring had turned a golden brown, its pattern more defined than before.

She picked up the ring and held it in her palm, cherishing it for a moment before placing it carefully into a dust bag and then into a small box.

She brought the cupcakes over to Theodore, "Would you like to try another one? These might be better than the earlier ones." Theodore nodded.

Phoebe handed him one and packed the rest into a beautiful paper bag.

"This is my thank-you for the ring you made me. Remember to eat them before they expire," she said as she handed him the bag. Theodore raised an eyebrow, "A bag of cupcakes for a ring? I think I got the better deal."

"How is it? Is it good?" She asked.

He nodded, "It's different from any cupcake I've ever had."

"How so?" Phoebe asked eagerly, a hint of nervousness in her voice.

The corners of Theodore's mouth lifted in a slight curve, "Because you made it with your own hands."

Phoebe was suddenly overwhelmed by the sweetness of his words, feeling as if her heart was wrapped in honey. Her stance softened, and she no longer wanted to spar with him. "I'm going back."

Theodore paused, "What?"

Phoebe looked up at him with a smile in her eyes, "You've made me happy, and I've made you happy. I'm going back to QUEEN Entertainment."

Theodore had indeed come with the intention of getting her to return to QUEEN Entertainment, but after seeing her smile so genuinely, so joyfully, he suddenly felt a pang of regret.

As for what he regretted, he couldn't quite clarify it to himself; he just felt that his ulterior motives didn't do justice to her purity.