Phoebe turned to look at him, "If it doesn't bother you, then why are you here, slowing down my spending?"

Theodore still wore that smiling expression, more dazzling than the summer sun. He reached out and gently tugged at the hem of her clothes, "I came to see if you're still angry." "Angry?" Phoebe scoffed, "Even if I borrowed courage from the heavens, I wouldn't dare be angry with you. If you're looking for trouble, then I'm going back inside." She tried to leave, but Theodore pulled her back by the arm.

He had been rough with her a few days ago and had intended to apologize. He wasn't angry now as he wrapped his arms around her waist from behind. The gesture was tender and romantic, like a scene from a drama.

Phoebe's heart skipped a beat uncontrollably, and she struggled to wriggle out of his embrace, but Theodore didn't leave a sliver of space for her to escape. He rested his chin in the crook of her shoulder, softening his voice, "Can't you stop being mad at me?"@@novelbin@@

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