Forbidden Passion

Chapter 57 Are You Not Sick?

Vanessa put down her phone, closed the curtains, and walked towards Theodore with a smiling face, "Theodore, come sit here." Theodore sat down on the pink sofa, his long legs feeling a bit restless, "Didn't you say you weren't feeling well?"

"If I hadn't said that, would you have come?" Vanessa half-playfully, half-complainingly glanced at him, then knelt on the carpet next to the coffee table. Theodore pursed his lips slightly but remained silent. Vanessa reached out her hand towards him, with a flirtatious and lively tone, "Can I borrow your lighter?"

Theodore took out his lighter and handed it to her. Vanessa leaned over to take it, and her fingers lightly brushed against his fingertips. Her arm felt a little numb, as if an electric current had passed through it. She quickly withdrew her hand, lighting the candles on the cake while saying, "Theodore, do you remember what today is?"

Theodore looked at the cake on the coffee table, somewhat absent-mindedly, "Your birthday?"

known each other for more than a decade, and you can't even remember my birthday. It really makes me

not remember. It seemed that every time Vanessa had her birthday, he only found out on the day and hastily prepared a gift. Vanessa had had

she had gone through so much trouble to bring him here,

not my birthday, it's our 12th anniversary of knowing each other. You

remember; some things are easy to forget if you don't think about them. But seeing how much Vanessa cared, he said, "I remember." Vanessa didn't

the coffee table flickering. Vanessa knelt on the carpet, resting her chin

you know what? I still remember that day when my parents and I moved into the government compound. You poked your head out from upstairs

as if my happiness was the most important thing to you. My arrival is something you've been longing for," Theodore lowered

pressed her face against the back