Forbidden Passion

Chapter 121 You owed me!

The water in the pot started boiling, and Phoebe was about to put the noodles in when the kitchen door was suddenly pushed open. A tall and straight figure stood at the doorway. "We haven't eaten either."

Phoebe's hand paused, "I'm boiling plain noodles, not fit for your refined palate. You can order takeout."

Theodore leaned against the door, his gaze faint. "Phoebe, don't be ungrateful."

Phoebe exerted force and the noodles broke into several pieces. She raised an eyebrow at Theodore, a provocation evident in her eyes. "So, I'm ungrateful. What can you do to me?" Theodore squinted, a cold smile appearing at the corner of his lips. "I see you've forgotten the consequences after three days of arrogance."

Phoebe sneered, "Theodore, I tolerate you because we never had a mistress between us. But now that you brought Vanessa home without even saying hello to me, do you think I have no temper at all?" "Never had a mistress?" Theodore pondered on these words with a teasing tone, his voice deep. "Wasn't Edward a mistress?"

Phoebe's face turned pale. "There was nothing between me and him."

"Then tell me, what 'nothing' exactly?"

"The relationship would sleep on the same bed?" Theodore's eyes were full of mockery.

Phoebe froze.

to say?" Theodore asked

her eyes, hiding all her emotions deep inside. She softly asked, "Is this something

has never passed," Theodore's tense voice carried a hint of resentment. "Phoebe, remember this, you owe me, and you won't be able to repay

wanted to ask him if she was really unforgivable in his

she couldn't bring herself to ask, afraid of

it with water, placing it on the gas stove to

emotions seemed to calm down, and he said in a deep voice, "You injured Vanessa's hand,

concluded that I injured her hand?" Phoebe looked up at him, her eyes filled with pain.

being decisive? Phoebe, I saw it with my own

firmly, "Seeing it with your own eyes doesn't necessarily mean it's the truth. Ultimately, you only believe what you see, so you didn't even bother to ask me what happened back then before you blamed me." Theodore took a step forward, getting closer to her. "Phoebe, what other excuses are

spoke up for me? It's like a weasel paying a New Year's

face. There was

don't need to defend myself for something I didn't do. But Mr. Reynolds, with your