Forbidden Passion

Chapter 160 Are you Going to Bake it for Me

Phoebe handed the menu back to the server and stated, "That will be all for now."

Once the server had departed, she poured herself a cup of coffee, sipping it while gazing out the window, pointedly ignoring the man across from her who was caught in a sneezing fit.

Theodore, after a while, seemed to grow accustomed to the sharp scent that had initially triggered his sneezes, which now came only in occasional fits.

He dabbed at the tears that had gathered at the corners of his eyes from the sneezing and looked across at the seemingly unyielding woman, remarking with a hint of humor, "You're witnessing my first tears. Should I 'take care' of you for that?"

Phoebe set her cup down and refilled it, casting a sidelong glance at him, "It's not the first time."

"What's not the first time?" He inquired, his curiosity piqued.

She didn't continue, leaving the statement hanging in the air. It wasn't the first time he had cried in front of her. When had it happened before?

Oh, right.

It was after she had come back from the hospital, having just had a check-up following a miscarriage. He had destroyed the baby's room in a fit of rage, then pinned her to the cold floor.

down hard as his warm

that time, Phoebe had felt a profound

now, there was no need to

was a painful memory for both of them and to mention it would only disrupt

food promptly. The tray of food had an assortment of both

dishes were facing Theodore, while the spicy

food, his expression somber. His reluctance to indulge in a spicy meal with her stemmed mainly

deft touch of a seasoned pasta lover. The heat emanated from the food as she placed it in her mouth-a truly fiery treat. As she enjoyed

from her spice-reddened lips to her plate, then he dismissed

of garlic bread, but the meal brought

young and there was no hurry to return to

of encountering Vanessa back home, who always managed

an artisan bakery. "Let's check

that radiated from her, couldn't help but smile and quicken his pace to

enthusiastic owner, who eagerly showcased the shop's array of baked goods. Phoebe's eyes

asked, "You didn't eat much tonight.