Forbidden Passion

Chapter 200 There's No Other Woman Who Can't Be Outdone, Only a Wife Who Doesn't Make an

Phoebe felt a chill run down her spine when she met Vanessa's gaze; she didn't know what mischief she was up to, so her guard against her increased. This meal was enjoyed harmoniously, with no one spoiling the atmosphere.

After dinner, everyone moved to the living room for a chat.

Vanessa walked up to Theodore and said, "Theodore, I see the lotus flowers in the lake have bloomed. Would you accompany me to see them?" Her candid demeanor made it hard to fault her.

Theodore glanced at Phoebe, and seeing her silent, he rose to his feet, and the two of them walked out shoulder to shoulder.

The night had fallen completely, so the streetlights were on, illuminating the silhouettes of the two.

One tall, straight, and noble; the other shorter, delicate, and alluring; they made quite a pair.

Evelyn sighed, "Just by looking at their silhouettes, they seem so well-matched. How come they were destined to meet, but not destined to be together?"

Everyone pretended not to hear her. Noticing that Phoebe was sitting there uncomfortably, Mrs. Reynolds found an excuse to call her away.

the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law went upstairs, Mrs. Reynolds noticed Phoebe

a soft halo around them, and the two figures under the lights looked quite romantic, even Phoebe thought so as she

have gone out with them just now." Mrs. Reynolds

lightly, "Mom, even if I wanted to go out, Theodore

care if he's happy or not. The man is yours. If he wants to go for a walk to see the lotus flowers with another woman, then you should

forehead, "Phoebe, you need to take the

her sore

doesn't make an effort. Do you understand?" Mrs. Reynolds looked anxious for

remained indifferent. If one day Theodore truly shifted his affections, she'd have nowhere to turn

few moments ago, she pursed her lips and said,

frowned at her, "We're an old couple;

she was still in the dark. She felt bad and was torn about whether to warn

up. Whether she said it or not, she might

a while and asked, "Phoebe, did you

head, afraid that Mrs. Reynolds