Forbidden Passion
Chapter 478 Phoebe, Honey.

Phoebe's head was spinning. She gawked at Theodore, who was hanging above her. Even from this angle, he was still drop-dead gorgeous. Phoebe blurted out, "What are you up to?"

Theodore glanced down at her. She probably didn't even realize there was a flirty tone in her voice.

Theodore's eyes suddenly went red. He leaned in and whispered in her ear, "Phoebe, I dug how bold you were back in Arotic Village." Phoebe's mind flashed back to that day when she went totally wild, ditching her usual chill vibe for something way more intense.

Her cheeks flushed crimson in an instant, making it hard for her to meet Theodore's gaze.

Casting him a hesitant glance, she felt a mix of nerves and curiosity swirling inside her.

Theodore grabbed her chin, making sure she couldn't look away. He said, all bossy-like, "Give me that Phoebe from that day, just for tonight, alright?" Phoebe was so embarrassed she covered her face. If she'd known losing control that day would lead to this, she would've kept it together.

Just as she was about to say no, Theodore lowered his head and nuzzled her neck. "Phoebe, babe, I wanna be with you."

Phoebe felt like she was losing it. She was falling for Theodore's sweet talk. She didn't want to let him down, even if it meant feeling super embarrassed.

The next day, Phoebe woke up late. When she finally made it downstairs, her back and legs were killing her, like she'd been hit by a truck.

Taylor saw her hobbling and had this knowing smirk. "Phoebe, what happened to you?"

Phoebe's cheeks went up in flames, and she couldn't meet Taylor's teasing gaze. She mumbled, "I slipped in the bathroom."

"Where'd you fall? Let me see." Theodore had just come back, holding a bunch of fresh lilies. A few snowflakes had landed on them, and as soon as he walked in, they melted, making the flowers look even prettier.

Theodore heard Phoebe say she fell and rushed over, ready to lift her clothes to check.

Phoebe quickly pushed his hand away and shot him a fierce glare, but her eyes were all over the place, not daring to meet his.

She'd embarrassed herself again last night.

That glare made Theodore's heart race, and he almost guessed why she was walking funny. A sly smile crept onto his face.

Seeing Taylor watching them, he cleared his throat and put his arm around Phoebe's shoulder. "Mom, I'll take her back to the room to check."

Taylor noticed how much closer they'd gotten and was happy about it. She waved them off. "Go ahead."

Phoebe, who had just come downstairs, got dragged back to the room by Theodore.

Theodore handed her the lilies, looking a bit awkward. He said, "I saw a flower shop while I was out and grabbed these. Find a vase for them."

Phoebe looked at the pink lilies and then at Theodore's uneasy face. She smiled. "Did you get these just for me?"

Theodore scratched his nose. "Nah, just on the way."

Phoebe held the flowers and sniffed them. They had a light, fresh scent, clearly picked with care.

She knew he was being modest and smiled. "Alright, I'll take them. I'll go find a vase."

Just as she was about to get up, Theodore pushed her back down onto the bed. He looked at her, eyes locked on her face.

He said, "Phoebe, last night was awesome."

Phoebe's cheeks went bright red. She couldn't look him in the eye. She quickly wriggled free from his grip and bolted out like a headless chicken. "I'll find a vase."

Seeing her reaction, Theodore felt even more pleased.

Theodore was a straight-up guy. As long as he was happy and satisfied, he'd do anything for Phoebe, even if it meant moving mountains.

Phoebe couldn't stay in the bedroom. Her cheeks were burning, and she felt super embarrassed just thinking about last night's steamy scenes.

She thought, 'Oh my god, I must've lost my mind!'

Phoebe found a vase and arranged the lilies. She fiddled with the petals. This was the first bouquet Theodore had given her, and it was lilies.

She wondered, 'Lilies, symbolizing a harmonious love. Is that what he meant?'

Phoebe was afraid she might be overthinking it and didn't dare to dwell on it. She took out her phone and snapped a photo, saving the bouquet in her album forever so it would never wither.

After breakfast, Theodore and Phoebe hit up a high-end custom clothing boutique. All the clothes here were handmade and had a history of over a hundred years.

Phoebe had never been here before. It was her first time, and she was blown away by the exquisite and luxurious dresses in the window.

She asked, "Are these all handmade?"

The manager following them quickly gave the rundown. Phoebe noticed that even though the clothes were handmade, they were still super trendy.

The store had a photo wall featuring various celebrities dazzling on the red carpet. It turned out their dresses came from this century-old store.

As Theodore trailed behind Phoebe, catching sight of her joy, a grin slowly spread across his face. It seemed happiness was pretty darn contagious.

They walked around the store, and the tailor started taking Phoebe's measurements. After taking the measurements, he said, "Mr. Reynolds, Mrs. Reynolds' figure is perfect for a fitted dress. It'd be a shame not to make one."

Theodore sat on the sofa, eyeing Phoebe up and down. Her figure was curvy in all the right places, making him reluctant to let go.

He had a grin on his face. "I think so too."

Phoebe saw the suggestive look in his eyes and quickly said, "Just a regular dress will do."

Her previous dresses had always been criticized by Taylor. Since she was getting a custom one, it definitely couldn't be a fitted dress to avoid more complaints. Theodore rested his hand on his chin and chuckled. "It's okay. You can wear it for me."

Phoebe was speechless. 'What kind of weird taste does Theodore have?' she wondered.

Theodore waved his hand, asking for the fabric for fitted dresses. He looked through them for a while but didn't find one he liked.

He looked up at the manager. "Do you have any lightweight, semi-transparent fabrics?"

The manager was stunned, exclaiming inwardly, 'Wow, Theodore really knows how to play!'

He replied hurriedly, "Yes, but they're not for fitted dresses."

"Show me." Theodore stood up, but Phoebe grabbed his wrist, her cheeks red enough to drip blood.

"Theodore, what are you doing?" Phoebe asked.

Theodore patted her hand. "You talk to Nathaniel about what kind of dress you want. I'll be right back." With that, he followed the manager.

Phoebe was speechless, pondering, 'Does Theodore even know what shame is?'