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?"

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

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

The two of them respected

loving, but I also 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

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 Mrs. Reynolds had confiscated them. Nothing seemed to

her room, her body already chilled. She stood at the

the quilt was raised in a bundle. She

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 down,

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

rain outside the window. She was exhausted today, and before long, she

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

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

to

What a perceptive person!.

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

argue with him

fast that she almost

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

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

age of eight to eighty. Phoebe