“No matter what you were doing, he left you behind to find me, Miss Fitzroy. You’re not good enough,” Phoebe feigned a smile and said leisurely. Vanessa’s face changed, “You…”

“Even if you tried your best, you couldn’t keep him in your bed. Miss Fitzroy, if I were you, I wouldn’t have the face to stand in front of my rival and be arrogant,” Phoebe said cutting Vanessa short.

Vanessa was furious and was about to say something when Theodore walked out with a basin of water. She abruptly straightened her body, trying to appear unaffected.

“I’m going back to rest,” Theodore didn’t respond. He placed the basin in front of Phoebe and, without caring about his identity as a CEO, squatted in front of her.

He unbuttoned his cuffs and took off his expensive wristwatch, handing it to Phoebe. “Hold this for me.”

Phoebe hesitantly took the watch. The seconds hand moved continuously, and the hour hand pointed to the third notch. Then, she felt a warm hand grasping her ankle. Startled, she looked down and saw Theodore holding her ankle and placing her foot into the water. The temperature was just right for a foot soak.

“Theodore, you…” Phoebe’s voice was hoarse, filled with surprise and uneasiness. They had been married for three years, and this was the first time he had washed her feet.

Oh my God! Phoebe was overwhelmed with trepidation. Theodore’s eyes and brows relaxed, his slender fingers submerged in the water, shimmering under the reflection. He held onto her foot, kneading her toes. Phoebe, afraid of being ticklish, tried to pull her foot back, but he caught and pushed it back into the water.

“Soak it, don’t move,” Theodore said softly.

Phoebe simply tried relaxing and basking in the feeling, but a lot was running in her head. Theodore was going crazy with his strange behavior. She really wanted to pound the table right now.

Why did he want to wash her feet? Did he feel guilty for something he did to her? No! Theodore was extremely chauvinistic and did things his own way. Even if he did have something with Vanessa, he wouldn’t feel an ounce of remorse towards her.

Just like when he picked her up from the hotel arranged by the program in the middle of the night, his attitude remained cold as ice. So why was he doing this? Was it just a whim? “It’s ticklish, don’t scratch my soles!” Phoebe laughed nervously, wanting to pull her feet back but being held firmly by him, unable to move.

Vanessa, standing near the handrail on the second floor, watched this scene and felt her heart bleeding with hatred. How could such an arrogant man be washing Phoebe’s feet right now? It was unbearable!

Downstairs, Theodore glanced at her, and in his eyes, Phoebe saw a deep and intense desire. Phoebe blushed, tilting her head slightly, and Theodore lowered his head again to continue washing her feet.

The atmosphere was eerily quiet, with only the sound of water gently rippling in the basin. Phoebe endured the maddening ticklishness, almost on the verge of tears. She understood now. His method of punishment had definitely escalated. He didn’t want to touch her right now, so he came up with this sick way to deal with her.

Fortunately, this torment didn’t last too long. After Theodore had washed every toe, he brought a towel to dry her feet. The band-aid on her heel had come off, and now Phoebe suddenly felt the burning pain.

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