Forbidden Passion

Chapter 197 Marriage is All about Fate.

The food was still steaming hot when Phoebe lifted the lid, and the aroma wafted up to her nose. Having only had a small bite to eat earlier, she now felt famished. "Let's eat; I'm starving," she said.

Theodore took the food she offered. This time he didn't make trouble for her, and they both quietly finished their dinner. Afterward, Phoebe cleaned up the kitchen and took out the trash.

When she returned to the bedroom, Theodore was already lying on the bed playing Minesweeper.

Phoebe saw his finger tap once and then heard a "boom" as a mine exploded. The sound was surprisingly stress-relieving. She didn't speak to him but went to the bathroom to wash up.

*

The weekend came in a blink, and Phoebe was called back to the Reynolds Mansion by Old Lady Reynolds' phone call.

Vanessa had

was accompanied

hive of lively conversation until the room fell quiet at the sight of Phoebe entering, whose gaze swept over

Lady Reynolds was dressed in the kind of skirt that old ladies favor these days, making her look elegant and

a simple white shirt with chestnut trousers, exuding an intellectual

seemed pale, probably

crescent-white dress, sitting daintily with a flirtatious presence that

stunning appearances, which brightened

Reynolds waved her over, "Phoebe, come here; we have guests today that you haven't met yet. This is Evelyn Craft, a master designer." Phoebe quickly walked over to Old Lady Reynolds, who pulled her to sit down on the sofa. She nodded to the three across from her, "Evelyn

fate. With Vanessa being so outstanding, who

a pity our Vanessa is stubborn about..."

she likes? If not, we can help keep an eye out for a suitable young man to meet." Afraid that Old Lady Reynolds might actually arrange a blind