Forbidden Passion
Chapter 196
Chapter 196 Aren’t You Supposed to Be Keeping Yourself Healthy for Our Future Child?
Phoebe was truly hungry and didn't have the energy to argue nonsensically with him.
She opened the food delivery app on her phone and pushed it towards him, "Order whatever you want, it's on me."
After she said that, she sat down and began eating her meal.
The first bite was so spicy that she choked.
Just as she thought of spitting it out, she heard the man opposite her issue a cold threat, "If you dare spit it out, I'll make you eat it again."
Startled, Phoebe swallowed reflexively and quickly stood up to pour herself a glass of water. She gulped it down as her ears burned red from the spice.
She looked at the man sitting at the table, who was busy ordering food on her phone, and bit her lower lip, "Why did Miss Fitzroy leave? The dinner I carefully prepared for her went to waste." Theodore's long index finger tapped a few times on the screen, then he placed the phone face down on the table, "Even pigs wouldn't eat the slop you've made."
retorted, "Oh, indeed, even
calling him
his expression turned stern instantly, "I see
child, but Phoebe knew all too well that the 'spanking' he referred to was not a literal
shrugged her shoulders and sat back down, about to take another bite when he spoke
"Apart from the looks, it tastes quite
reminded her nonchalantly,
this. It took her a while to recover; tears were streaming
said I would have your
"If you don't
the medication as a desperate measure. Getting pregnant with her current
ears turn redder, a wave of
bickering, there was more life in her
liked it when she
About Forbidden Passion - Chapter 196
Forbidden Passion is the best current series of the author Novelxo. With the below Chapter 196 content will make us lost in the world of love and hatred interchangeably, despite all the tricks to achieve the goal without any concern for the other half, and then regret. late. Please read chapter Chapter 196 and update the next chapters of this series at booktrk.com