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.

collapsed onto her shoulder, biting down hard as his warm tears flowed. He was both angry and

time, Phoebe had felt a profound sense of

no need to

both of them and to mention it would only disrupt

out their food promptly. The tray of food had an assortment of both spicy and non-spicy

Theodore, while the spicy

at the food, his expression somber. His reluctance to indulge in

spicy carbonara, with the deft touch of a seasoned pasta lover. The heat emanated from the food as she placed

moved from her spice-reddened lips to her

garlic bread,

still young and there was no hurry to return to the

who always managed to spoil the atmosphere, was the last thing Phoebe

an

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

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

and asked, "You didn't eat much tonight. Cake, cookies, or biscuits-what would