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 be

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

like him could satisfy her even

one often yearns for their heart too. Although her scheme

could be

more he thought about it, the angrier he got. His peeling was aggressive, as if he

something within her. "Damn, he's hot," she thought. Only a

say teamwork between men and

but occasionally glanced at Theodore, feeling as though her heart was

realizing that true love eventually settles into peacefulness. Having a small

heart was full of Theodore, and his was clouded with

and Mrs. Reynolds, who had just finished wiping her face, heard her and asked, "Phoebe,

sneezed again,

out of the bedroom. "You're grown up, how come you can't take better