Forbidden Passion
Chapter 73 Surprising Encounters.

Fireworks exploded in Phoebe's mind. Just when she was about to push him away, he bit her lip forcefully. "Sss..."

Phoebe winced in pain and sucked in a breath of cold air. She glared at the culprit and as he placed a bowl of medicine in her hand. "So bitter. Take the bowl and wash it." Phoebe: "..."

"Is he a devil?" Phoebe wondered.

Carrying the bowl, Phoebe sulkily walked towards the kitchen. After a few steps, she realized belatedly that Theodore had just forcefully kissed her. She turned her head to take a look.

The man was holding a towel, leisurely walking into the bedroom while drying his hair. Phoebe was rendered speechless.

She entered the kitchen and stood by the sink, washing the dishes. Lost in her thoughts, she realized that they had indeed kissed. Someone with such a sharp tongue often uttered hurtful words, but she hadn't expected their lips to be incredibly soft.

She couldn't help but relieve the kiss in a daze....

PhoebeShe stuck out her tongue and licked her lips. Then, she immediately frowned and exclaimed, "So bitter."

Phoebe returned to the bedroom to freshen up. As she passed by the large bed, she heard the sound effects of explosions, knowing that Theodore was playing the childish Minesweeper game again.

She squeezed toothpaste in the bathroom, brushing her teeth halfwaywas in the middle of brushing her teeth when, when she heard several explosions and the sound of the game ending. She poked her head out and asked, "Why are your cards so bad today?"

Theodore played absentmindedly, raising his gaze to glance at her and replied, "I have a headache. Hurry up."

Phoebe didn't understand the connection between his headache and his hurry, but when she heard him trigger another mine, she couldn't help but say, "Are you acting like a child?" Theodore ignored her and started a new game.

Phoebe pulled her head back, rinsed her mouth, and then took a shower under the showerhead, makingto herself smell freshfreshen up; and. She came out wearing in her pajamas.

Theodore's patience was wearing thin. He threw his phone aside and patted the pillow next to him, saying, "Come over and give me a massage. I have a terrible headache."

Phoebe had just climbed onto the bed, not even sitting properly when Theodore collapsed onto her thigh. His hair was thick, coarse, and poked through her skin, causing a tingling sensation.

She laughed, "Is it really that uncomfortable?"

"MmmMmhm." Theodore closed his eyes, shedding his usual noble and aloof demeanor. At this moment, he was just an ordinary man.

Phoebe raised her hand and gently pressed on his temple, asking, "Is the pressurepressure, okay?"

"Heavier," Theodore said, still with his eyes closed.

"Okay." Phoebe increased the pressure. She looked at him attentively, observing his well-defined features and distinct facial contours, the type that young girls nowadays liked. However, his fierce and piercing eyes often made people avert their gaze, overshadowing his originally handsome appearance.

As she was thinking about this, the man suddenly opened his eyes without any warning, and their gazes met. Phoebe anxiously averted her eyes.

"Um, are you thirsty?" Theodore Phoebe asked.

"Not thirsty." Theodore rested his head on her legHis head still lay on the thighs, his gaze full of meaning as he stared at her.

"Phoebe, what were you thinking when you were looking at me just now?"

Phoebe's heart skipped a beat. "I-I wasn't thinking anything."

Theodore got angry. He sat up, holding her chin to prevent her from hiding. "If you weren't thinking anything, then why are you blushing?"

Phoebe felt guilty, avoiding his gaze. She pushed away Theodore's hand and said, "I-I need to go to the bathroom."

She moved too quickly. Theodore, who was a bit drunk at the moment, reacted slowly. By the time he wanted to grab her, she had already swiftly slipped off the bed and into the bathroom.