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?"

craved sugar-fried chestnuts in the middle of the night, he resisted his exhaustion and drove forty kilometers to wake up his chef to fry some for her.

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

considering. Theodore did treat Phoebe well. The two of them respected

distance. Theodore, you are my son, and 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

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

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

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

bed was large enough for three or four people, as long as they didn't intentionally move closer to each other. However, as soon as she laid

really detested

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

up early. She subconsciously glanced to the side and didn't see Theodore's figure. She let out a sigh of relief, got up, and went to the bathroom

resting on his forehead, and his chest rhythmically rising and falling. As Theodore

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

What a perceptive person!.

eyes seemed to clear up the moment he saw her. He immediately sat up, probably sensing something strange about his body. He looked up at Phoebe, with sharp

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

that she almost bumped

help her, and their almond-shaped eyes resembled Theodore's to some extent. "Little sister-in-law, why are you running so fast? Is there a tiger

me. But you should be careful not to hurt yourself,

playboy, flirting with anyone from the age of eight