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?"

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. 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

word of complaint. Aside from not loving her, was he not good to her? And yet she

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

feel a certain 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 out this way, was this your original intention when you married

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. He suddenly remembered that

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

a bundle. She gently lifted the quilt and lay down against

or four people, as long as 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

with her eyes open for a long time. Suddenly, she heard the sound of rain outside the window. She was exhausted today, and before long, she drifted off to sleep, listening

Phoebe woke 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

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

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

What a perceptive person!.

He immediately sat up, probably sensing something strange about his body. He

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

ran so fast that she almost bumped into

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 sorry, did I

should be careful not to

from the age of eight to eighty. Phoebe had