Forbidden Passion

Chapter 226 Damn, He's Hot

"What are you doing, Vanessa?" A man's cool voice suddenly filled the room.

Startled, Vanessa quickly shoved the medication back in the drawer and closed it. She turned to face the tall man leaning against the doorframe, her expression sheepish, "Oh, nothing, Theodore. I was planning to make dinner, including your favorite creamy potato soup with the smoked ham. I just couldn't find any ham in the fridge."

"We don't have any smoked ham. Phoebe doesn't like cured foods," Theodore blurted out, then even he seemed taken aback by his own words.

Why did he remember Phoebe's dislikes so clearly?

A flash of stiffness crossed Vanessa's face, her fingers whitening on the countertop from the pressure. Biting her lip hard to regain composure, she asked, "Could you help me peel the potatoes then?"

"Sure." Theodore's response was immediate as he rolled up his sleeves and walked over.

He had changed into his loungewear, a casual T-shirt and pants. The mere act of rolling up his sleeves somehow managed to enhance his rugged appeal.

help but

up your sleeves look so good on you?" she exhaled, overwhelmed by his presence. Why had she ever doubted his love for

man like him could satisfy her even

one often yearns for their heart too. Although her scheme backfired, leaving her with nothing, she was determined to

be to the good things

the angrier he got. His peeling was aggressive, as if he were carving into someone's head

her. "Damn, he's hot," she thought. Only a man like that could be a

between men and women makes the

delight. She kept busy with her own work but occasionally glanced at Theodore, feeling as though her heart was

romance. Now, she regretted it, realizing that true love eventually settles into peacefulness. Having a small home and a loving man to cook dinner with every night is a simple, yet

Theodore, and his was clouded with resentment towards that heartless little

finished wiping her face, heard her and

fine, achoo..." Phoebe sneezed again, looking innocently

bedroom. "You're grown