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

exhaled, overwhelmed by his presence. Why had she ever doubted his love for her

could satisfy her even

for their heart too. Although her scheme backfired, leaving her with nothing, she was

could be to the good things right in

peeling was aggressive, as if he were carving into someone's head

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

teamwork between men and women makes the job

own work but occasionally

regretted it, realizing that true love eventually settles into peacefulness. Having a small home and a loving

his was clouded with

who had just finished wiping her face, heard her and asked, "Phoebe, do you have a cold? Go take some

again, looking innocently at Mrs.

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