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.

as his warm tears flowed. He was

had felt a profound sense of

there was no need to bring it

to mention it would

The tray of food had an assortment

Theodore, while the spicy

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

rolled it in her spicy carbonara, with the 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

spice-reddened lips to her plate, then he dismissed the urge to

garlic bread, but the meal brought him no

they finished eating, the evening was still young and

Vanessa back home, who always managed to spoil the atmosphere, was the last thing

noticed an artisan bakery. "Let's check

in her step and the joy that radiated from her, couldn't

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

turned back to Theodore and asked, "You didn't eat much tonight. Cake, cookies, or biscuits-what