Forbidden Passion
Chapter 300 The Man Who Moves Her Heart

Theodore gently raised his hand and stroked Phoebe's face. His force was too gentle And Phoebe felt a bit itchy in her sleep. She rubbed her face, buried it in her arms, and fell back into a deep sleep.

Theodore was so scared by Phoebe's continuous movements that he dared not even breathe until she fell back into a deep sleep. Then he let out a long breath, his heart beating very fast. He squatted on the ground, looked at Phoebe for a while, then stood up and bent over to pick Phoebe up in his arms; his movements were very light, afraid of waking her up. Theodore carried her back to bed, helped her take off her coat, and covered her with a blanket.

He stood by the bed for a while, then turned and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

The bathroom door closed, and the sound of showering came from inside. However, Phoebe, who was supposed to be deep asleep, slowly opened her eyes.

In fact, she was not in a deep sleep. She woke up when Theodore sat up.

She just didn't want to face him, so she pretended to be asleep.

Theodore, who was drunk and childish, everything he did was unconscious, but the sober him was cold and ruthless, a glance could hurt Phoebe's heart.

Listening to the sound of the shower, Phoebe fell asleep again, not even knowing when Theodore came out.

The next day, when Phoebe woke up, she was still a bit sleepy in bed. Feeling a heaviness on her waist, she reached into the blanket and touched an arm.

She turned to look to the side, seeing Theodore's calm sleeping face. He had thick and curly eyelashes, and he looked handsome while sleeping.

People actually looked less attractive when they were asleep, but Phoebe felt that the sleeping Theodore was less aggressive, like an angel, more vibrant, which made her heart flutter. She pursed her lips, thinking she was really hopeless.

Theodore had slapped her just the day before. How tolerant did she need to be to be moved by him again?

Phoebe withdrew her gaze, gently moved the arm resting on her waist, and got out of bed quietly.

She went to the nearby morning market for breakfast and then walked to the company. It was still early, and there was no one in the office.

Phoebe put her bag back in the office and went to the piano room next door.

She rarely touched the piano. To her, the piano was a luxury, just like Theodore. She tried to touch it as little as possible to avoid getting addicted.

But today, she wanted to play the piano.

She walked into the piano room, which was spotless, the piano facing the floor-to-ceiling window, the morning sunlight streaming in, covering the floor with scattered golden light.

She opened the piano lid, gently ran her fingers over the keys, tested the sound, and then sat on the piano stool.  From here, she could see the scenery outside the window.

She didn't have the sheet music. But the pieces she had practiced over the years were all in her mind, she could play their melodies with her eyes closed.

One piece followed another, the notes flying in the room.

She was so engrossed in playing that many people outside the piano room didn't even know she was there. They were immersed in her musical world.

As the employees entered the company, they heard the melodious piano music. The beautiful music made them feel relaxed. They thought it was Vanessa who was in a good mood playing the piano in the company.

But when they looked into the piano room, they saw a figure with their back to them; it wasn't Vanessa.

Everyone was very confused, never expecting Phoebe to play the piano. She played just as well as Vanessa, even better because it was more casual due to not being a professional.

They didn't dare to speak, afraid of disturbing Phoebe, lest they couldn't hear such wonderful piano music again.

After playing a tune, Phoebe withdrew her hands. Behind her came applause. Startled, she turned around to see many employees of the company crowded at the door, all excitedly watching her. And behind the employees stood a tall and slender figure, wearing a mask and a duckbill cap. It was Evan.

Standing up, Phoebe's cheeks were slightly flushed as she modestly said, "Sorry."

"Miss Ziegler, you play the piano so beautifully. When we came in just now, we think it was Miss Fitzroy playing..." The person hadn't finished speaking, but she was hit by a colleague next to her. She suddenly realized his inappropriate words, bit her lip, and looked anxiously at Phoebe.

Phoebe didn't mind, saying, "Let's all disperse."

As everyone turned to leave, they caught sight of Evan. Even with a mask and a duckbill cap, his highly recognizable eyes couldn't be concealed.

They were amazed by Evan's handsome face ;and saw the real Evan.

In the past two years, Evan's popularity had been catching up to Patrick. One was very famous in the film industry, the other was very famous in the TV drama industry. They were equally popular. Some people took out their phones to try to sneak a photo. But John, who had sharp eyes, noticed and stopped them. He shooed the crowd away.

The employees left reluctantly. Only Evan remained leaning against the door, smiling at Phoebe. "I don't expect Miss Ziegler to play the piano." Phoebe walked over with a smile. "Compared to professionals like you, my skills are nothing."

"You're too modest," Evan said.

Standing before Evan, who stood 6 feet tall, Phoebe found herself needing to look up at him. She tiptoed, trying to meet Evan's gaze at eye level.

Still not reaching Evan's height, Phoebe complained, "You're too tall."

Seeing Phoebe's playful look, Evan smiled, his hand reaching to tap her head. "Shorty, show me around your office."

Phoebe pouted, dissatisfied. "I'm not short. It's the standard height for actresses."

For actresses, a height of 5 feet 10 inches was considered quite superior because not every male actor was 6 feet tall; if a female star wore high heels to match the height of a male star, the couple would look mismatched. Evan just smiled, looking friendly and approachable without the dazzling aura of an idol.

Phoebe took Evan to her office, asking, "Would you like tea or coffee?"

"Just water." Evan smiled.

Phoebe brought a cup of warm water for Evan, who was looking around her office, not as grand as Evan had imagined.

She handed the cup to Evan, saying smilingly, "Why do you have time to come to QUEEN Entertainment today? If someone sees you, they might immediately go to Facebook to expose that you've signed with QUEEN Entertainment." In this information age, news spread so fast, almost in the blink of an eye.

"It's not impossible," Evan took the cup, saying cryptically.

Phoebe was surprised. "What?"

Evan took off his mask, took a sip of water, and looked at the stunned Phoebe, finding her current look really cute, saying, "I plan to start my own studio, but I want to hand over the publicity work to QUEEN Entertainment." Phoebe raised her eyebrows in surprise. "But didn't you consider QUEEN Entertainment before?"