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.

more to say?" Theodore

her eyes, hiding all her emotions deep inside. She

it 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 it in

welled up with heat, she actually wanted to ask him if she was really

herself to ask, afraid of making a fool of

poured out the water from the milk pot in silence, took out a large pot and filled it with water, placing it

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

concluded that I injured her hand?" Phoebe looked up at him, her

I saw it

"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 you trying to come

a weasel paying a New Year's greeting to a chicken. Everyone knows

stared at her cold and beautiful face. There was a kind

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