Forbidden Passion

Chapter 11 The Burning Flame

Theodore took out his cigarette case, intending to light another one, but Mrs. Reynolds rudely took it away. "Smoke, smoke, do you want towhen will you become as addicted to smoking likeas your father?" Theodore's thin lips formed a straight line, his eyes dark and deeply merging with the night, making him somewhat intimidating.

Startled by his expression, Mrs. Reynolds slapped him on the shoulder since he was her own son. "Why are you giving me that look? I'm your mother."

Theodore remained silent.

Seeing that he didn't answer, Mrs. Reynolds kept rambling, "I actually quite liked Vanessa at the beginning. She's just a bit temperamental, a little scheming. If you two had married, I wouldn't have to worry."

The Fitzroy family was a literary and scholarly family, with many notable figures. Although they were not as wealthy as the Reynolds family, their fame was undeniable.

Now, Vanessa was still a renowned pianist, and it would have been a great honor to have her as a daughter-in-law.

Theodore remained tight-lipped.

Mrs. Reynolds, seeing his stoic expression, couldn't help but sigh. "Saying these things now only brings unnecessary distress. Since you married Phoebe, you should treat her better. In a marriage, a husband should always treat his wife well, at least for three days..."

"They argue so much and lose all their emotions," Theodore thought, his brows furrowing slightly. Did they actually have any emotions between them?

"Even you, who used to be so gentlemanly and polite to Vanessa, now treat Phoebe so poorly. You direct all your bad temper towards her, and she's just a young girl who married into our family. Be kinder to her and don't let others think that we look down on her or mistreat her behind closed doors," Mrs. Reynolds scolded.

Theodore grew increasingly irritated as he listened, "What have I done wrong to her?"

and drove forty kilometers to wake up his chef to fry some for

was burned and swollen, he didn't utter a word of complaint. Aside from not loving her, was he not good to her? And yet she would do such things, things

Phoebe well. The two of them respected each other and could be regarded as a model couple in front

you are happy or not. But this marriage was your decision. No one could have

silently standing there, she wasn't sure if he had heard her words. Mrs. Reynolds said, "Alright, you understand the reason behind my words. It's up to you whether you want to do something about it. Rest now, I'll go downstairs." Mrs. Reynolds left, and Theodore stood on the terrace, tall and alone, his figure lonely and desolate. He reached into his pocket and realized he didn't have any cigarettes.

the door for a

side of the bed, the quilt was raised in a bundle. She gently lifted the quilt

didn't intentionally move closer to each other. However, as soon as she laid down,

that he really detested her, preferring to sit

for a long time. Suddenly, she heard the sound of rain outside the window. She was

up early. She subconsciously glanced to the side and didn't see Theodore's figure. She let

hand resting on his forehead, and his chest rhythmically rising and falling. As Theodore breathed in and out, his chest rose and

on him as she tiptoed, preparing to leave. Suddenly,

What a perceptive person!.

probably sensing something strange about his body. He looked up at Phoebe, with sharp eyes full of

and knew she couldn't argue with him about this. She could

she almost

are you running so fast? Is there a tiger chasing you from behind?" Phoebe quickly took a step back, distancing herself from the person. "I'm

break me. But you should be careful not to hurt yourself, little sister-in-law." The person speaking was Theodore's

with anyone from the age of eight to eighty. Phoebe