Forbidden Passion

Chapter 223 She Won't Stoop So Low

However, lifting her gaze, she met Theodore's icy stare. It was as if he was accusing her of siccing Mrs. Reynolds on Vanessa

With a smirk, Phoebe ignored Theodore's silent accusations and Vanessa's ploy. She walked over to Mrs. Reynolds, saying, "Mom, you're soaked. Go take a hot shower and change." "Always thoughtful, my dear Phoebe," Mrs. Reynolds said, casting a glance at Vanessa before retiring to the master bedroom with Phoebe.

Phoebe picked out a dress for her, one from a recent impulse buy at Hermès after a spat with Theodore.

She had been meaning to bring it to the Reynolds Mansion and now, the opportunity was perfect.

Mrs. Reynolds, noticing the tag still on, unfolded the dress and admired it. "This is gorgeous, exactly my style."

Phoebe flashed a smile. "Spotted it while shopping with Cindy and it screamed your name. Bought it before anyone else could."

this effort on Theodore, things might not be so rocky between you two."

just be swooned away by someone else. What would you do then?"

fussy about decorum. Phoebe stood frozen in the center of the bedroom. The air conditioning was cranked up high, making the damp clothes

sooner had she stepped in, without even closing the glass door, than she was forcefully

wall by a large hand, and behind her came the suppressed, angry breaths of a man. "Phoebe, you call my mom out in

who had been struggling, stopped at his words. That's just

told her to coddle him, but how is she supposed to coddle a man who, without any sense of reason or fairness, accused her of ulterior

of her laughter only irritated Theodore

I couldn't care less about you. Why would I bother calling your mom to vent for

tensed, his gaze icy and penetrating, and the hand on her back pressed harder. "What

She remembered the harsh words he had spoken earlier at the office's entrance, her eyes clouded

about you. It's pointless to make