Forbidden Passion

Chapter 164 She Hated Flies as Much as She Hated Phoebe

After her shower, Phoebe emerged to find Theodore leaning against the window, gazing out at the night scene. She pursed her lips, not really wanting to engage with him, and turned to head for the walk-in closet. She dried her hair and then heard the doorbell ring. She walked out of the bedroom.

Vanessa stood at the entrance. There was a flash of resentment in her eyes when she saw Phoebe, but it quickly disappeared.

"Miss Ziegler, the cupcakes you made were delicious. Theodore saw that I liked them and gave them all to me. You don't mind, do you?" Vanessa said, her words a veiled dagger aimed at Phoebe's heart. Phoebe felt a lump in her throat, "Is that so?"

"Uh-huh," Vanessa nodded, looking smug.

Phoebe laughed, "I'm glad you liked them. However, while I was kneading the dough, I found a dead fly in it. I didn't tell Theodore; I wonder if you noticed it." Vanessa, despite knowing Phoebe was trying to disgust her, couldn't help the revulsion churning in her stomach.

She hated flies as much as she hated Phoebe.

"You're lying!"

"Believe it or not. Oh, and while I was at it, I also picked my nose and scratched my head. If you

first, "Mrs. Reynolds, Miss Fitzroy." "It's so late, and yet you've made the trip,

has cooled

came out of the bedroom,

examined the wound on her

and dried the bandage with a

your hair and didn't change the bandage or reapply the medication. Do you want the wound

at

you might even need an amputation. You're a pianist; you should know how important your hands are to you." Vanessa had actually been tormenting her own hand on purpose. As long as her hand was injured, Theodore would feel bad about asking her to leave.

and applied new medication, "It's hot now, and the wound has already scabbed over. You don't need to

looked down at her palm. It was now

price, and yet nothing had changed. She was not willing to accept

widely, "It's late, Miss Fitzroy. Get some rest. You'll come back to the company with