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?"

chef to fry some for her. Worried that they might cool down and not taste as good, he wrapped the freshly fried chestnuts in his jacket pocket and raced back to the villa, peeling them

of complaint. Aside from not loving her, was he not good to her? And yet she would do such things, things that hurt his heart and

Reynolds paused for a moment, carefully considering. Theodore did treat Phoebe well. The two of them respected each other and could be regarded as a

I can tell whether you are happy or not. But this marriage was your decision. No one could have stopped you then, and now that things have turned out this way,

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

chilled. She stood at the door for a while before walking quietly to

of the bed, the quilt was raised in a bundle.

they didn't intentionally move closer to each other. However,

listening to his footsteps as he went to the study. It seemed that he really detested her, preferring to sit alone in

outside the window. She was exhausted today, and before long, she drifted off to sleep, listening to the peaceful sound

didn't see Theodore's figure. She let out a sigh of relief, got

the sofa, sound asleep. He had a handsome face, his hand resting on his forehead, and his chest rhythmically rising and falling. As Theodore breathed in and out, his chest

gaze lingered on him as she tiptoed, preparing to leave. Suddenly, Theodore moved slightly and then opened

What a perceptive person!.

up, probably sensing something strange about his

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

so fast that she almost bumped into someone's

so fast? Is there a tiger chasing you

careful not to hurt yourself, little sister-in-law." The person speaking was

playboy, flirting with anyone from the age of eight to