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.

say?" Theodore

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

tense voice carried a hint of resentment. "Phoebe, remember this, you owe me, and you won't be able to repay it in this

wanted to ask him if

ask, afraid of making a fool of

in silence, took out a large pot and filled it with water, placing it on the gas stove to boil, and threw in the noodles. She took

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

that I injured her hand?" Phoebe looked up

I saw it with my own

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.

frustration, "She spoke up for me? It's like a weasel paying a New Year's greeting to a

stared at her cold and beautiful face. There was

do. But Mr. Reynolds, with your wisdom and intelligence, why don't you think