Forbidden Passion

Chapter 195 What on Earth Did You cook?

"No need, this is something she should do," Theodore responded.

"But Miss Ziegler looks really tired. How about we order takeout or go out to eat instead and let Miss Ziegler rest?" Vanessa could hardly contain her joy inside. See, she knew Theodore only saw Phoebe as a nanny with benefits; there was no way he could have any romantic feelings for her.

"Takeout isn't hygienic. Let's go out, the kitchen will be filled with a greasy smell soon," Theodore said, heading out of the kitchen.

Vanessa had no choice but to come down from the high stool, weakly saying, "Miss Ziegler, thank you for your hard work."

Phoebe, holding a potato in her hand, made a motion as if to throw it at Vanessa's face, frightening Vanessa until she turned pale and hurriedly ducked out of the room. Watching Vanessa's flustered retreat, Phoebe couldn't help but laugh heartily, dissipating much of the frustration that had been building in her chest.

Outside the kitchen, Theodore heard Phoebe's cheerful laughter. His brow furrowed, and then he saw Vanessa running out of the kitchen.

"What happened?"

and said, "Theodore, Miss Ziegler threw a potato

pinched the bridge of his

filled with sorrow as her lips began to quiver, "Theodore, what

pressed his lips into a tight straight line and an impatient look crossed

came back to the country, I've been nothing but trouble for you. I don't even know what's wrong with me. I try so hard to do everything right, but somehow, I just mess up everything. Maybe I

clenched at his sides, finally relaxed, and he gently patted her shoulder, "Don't overthink it. Everyone is tired today; I'll ask Jack to drive

but saw him retracting his hand and

a bitter pain

forced Phoebe to cook for them earlier, thinking that in his heart, Phoebe was just a dispensable

life, and

was it love,

the fridge went into it. After cooking, she served it up in two large bowls.

in the dining room, she called

she saw Theodore coming from the living room side and