Forbidden Passion

Chapter 224 Theodore, Did You Have a Fight with Miss. Ziegler?

In the living room, Vanessa sat on the sofa, her fingers entwined, her head bowed in silence as she counted the seconds in her mind.

She had seen Theodore shove Phoebe into the guest bathroom not long before, and although she and Mrs. Reynolds were both there, Theodore was unpredictable. He might decide to do something to Phoebe on a whim. In that case, wasn't her presence here just a joke?

Less than two minutes had passed when she heard a thunderous slam. Vanessa's head shot up, just in time to see Theodore storming out of the powder room like an enraged lion.

Her heart leapt with a twisted sense of delight, and she hurried to her feet to meet him.

"Theodore, did you have a fight with Miss. Ziegler?" Vanessa asked cautiously, gauging Theodore's expression.

The man was radiating a fierce aura, his handsome features still twisted with remnants of anger, and it was the kind of intensity that could instill fear in anyone. But not Vanessa. She secretly reveled in seeing Theodore this way-it made her seem all the more gentle and understanding by contrast.

eyes settled on the bloodied back of his hand, and she quickly grasped his wrist, cradling his injured right hand in hers.

how perfect it would be if it were Phoebe standing before him instead. If she looked at him

that was just a fanciful

"It's nothing."

glared reproachfully at him. "Don't just shrug it off.

about, Theodore let out a weary sigh. It wasn't that no one loved him. It was that the love he wanted

to be interrupted by Vanessa's voice. "Found it! Brace yourself, Theodore. If it hurts, just tell

aid kit,

you can't take out your anger on yourself. Look, the injury is on your hand, but it pains my heart. Promise

saw Phoebe's indifferent face flash before his eyes. He felt like he was losing his mind. Snatching the cotton swab from Vanessa's hand, he pulled her up to sit beside him, saying firmly, "Don't sit on the floor. You'll

rubbed her nose and gave Theodore an embarrassed smile. "Looks like

wall in frustration, scraping the skin.