Forbidden Passion

Chapter 143

The water in the pot was boiling. Phoebe had just grabbed some noodles and was about to put them into the pot when the kitchen door was suddenly pushed open, and a tall and upright figure stood at the doorway. "We haven't eaten either."

Phoebe paused with the noodles in hand. "I'm cooking plain noodles; they won't suit your distinguished taste. You can order takeout."

Theodore leaned against the door frame, his gaze deep and enigmatic. "Phoebe, don't bite the hand that feeds you."

With a forceful move, Phoebe snapped the noodles into several pieces. She raised her eyebrows and looked at Theodore challengingly, defiance written all over her face. "So I'm ungrateful, what are you going to do about it?" Theodore narrowed his eyes, a cold smirk appearing on his lips. "It seems you need a reminder not to forget your place, or you wanna take another loss?"

Phoebe sneered. "Theodore, the only reason I've been putting up with you is that there has never been a third person between the two of us. Now you bring Vanessa home without so much as a word to me, do you really think I have no temper at all?"

"There's never been a third person?" Theodore chewed on these words with relish, his voice deep and heavy. "Edward isn't a third person?"

Phoebe's face turned pale. "The relationship between Edward and me was pure."

"Then tell me, what kind of 'pure' relationship ends up in the same bed?" Mockery filled Theodore's eyes.

Phoebe froze.

defend yourself?"

inside. In a soft voice, she asked, "Is this

his voice tense and biting, "Phoebe, remember this: you owe

stung with heat. She wanted to ask him if she was truly so

bring herself to ask,

the water from the saucepan, then took out a larger pot

and began preparing

calmed. He said in a grave voice, "You injured Vanessa's hand, so

before concluding that I hurt her hand?" Phoebe looked up at him, her

I saw it with my own

bother to ask me what actually happened. You've already convicted me." Theodore stepped forward, closing the distance between them. "Phoebe, are you trying to find another excuse for yourself? Vanessa was in so much

be ill-intentioned." "Ridiculous!" Theodore glared at her

myself. Perhaps Mr. Reynolds, in your wisdom,

her hand so she couldn't go on stage. Then you replaced her on stage, claiming to be saving the show,