“What do you think?” Theodore’s cold tone carried a hint of accusation.

Phoebe closed her eyes, feeling a splitting headache. “Causing so much trouble for the show group, I think she must be fine. By the way…”

Before she could finish speaking, the call was disconnected. Phoebe stared at the phone in disbelief for a moment. Theodore actually hung up on her just because she mentioned Vanessa?

She clenched her fist and awkwardly smiled at the front desk who was looking at her. “Sorry, I didn’t finish my sentence, I’ll call again.”

She dialed Theodore’s number again, but this time, it went straight to voicemail. Hearing the cold prompt tone from the other end, Phoebe’s heart sank. This was Theodore, she shouldn’t have expected anything from him. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have been left with no money stranded in a foreign street.

She returned the phone to the front desk and stood there blankly for a while, not knowing where to find Theodore. Her identification and purse were still in the car, and she couldn’t go anywhere.

In the luxury villa of the high-end hotel, Theodore irritably turned off his phone and threw it on the couch. He particularly disliked Phoebe’s current self-will and even more so her flirtatious behavior outside. He wanted to take this opportunity to teach her a lesson and let her know who her true love was.

“Theodore,” a soft voice came from behind. Theodore turned around, and in the ambiguous lighting of the villa, Vanessa, wearing a bathrobe, limped downstairs. There were some scratches on her face from branches and her feet were injured, causing her to walk with a limp.

Theodore strode over and helped her up, guiding her to sit on the couch. “Why did you come downstairs? If you need anything, just call for me.”

Vanessa affectionately looked at him. “I’m sorry for inconveniencing you by flying here to see me in the middle of the night. It’s all my fault.”

Theodore sat down next to her and looked at the wounds on her face. He said, “I’ll get the first aid kit to treat the scratches on your face. If they leave scars, it won’t look good.”

Vanessa’s gaze followed his figure. “Seeing you appear in front of me, I’m really moved, Theodore. Whenever it is, you’re always…” She whispered to herself “My guardian angel.”

It is difficult for a man to resist a woman’s wholehearted dependence, especially when that woman is exceptionally beautiful. Theodore, who had been frustrated by Phoebe, found a subtle balance in Vanessa’s loving gaze. He retrieved a medical kit and placed it on the coffee table, taking out alcohol and cotton swabs to tend to Vanessa’s face.

Vanessa sat on the sofa, her robe slipping off her shoulders, revealing a low neckline. From Theodore’s perspective, he noticed she was not wearing a bra underneath. The view of her ample bosom was captivating. Theodore quickly straightened his posture, disposing of the used cotton swabs in the trash bin. His voice deepened as he said, “It’s getting late, go back to your room and sleep.”

After speaking, he lifted his leg to leave. Suddenly, two tender and snow-white arms wrapped around his waist, and a warm and supple body pressed against his back. A woman’s plea resonated in his ear. “Theodore, don’t go!”

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