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.

couldn't help but be

look so good on you?" she exhaled, overwhelmed by his presence. Why had she ever doubted

him could satisfy

greed is inherent. Possessing someone is not enough - one often yearns for their heart too. Although her scheme backfired, leaving her with nothing, she

could be to the good things right

got. His peeling was aggressive, as if he were carving

him from the side, his intense peeling stirring something within her. "Damn, he's hot," she thought. Only a man like that could be a match

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 coated

eventually settles into peacefulness. Having a small home and a

and his was clouded with resentment towards that heartless

her face, heard her and asked, "Phoebe,

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

her out of the bedroom. "You're