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

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

could satisfy

Although her scheme backfired, leaving her with nothing, she was determined to reclaim everything that was

about how oblivious some people could be to the good things right in front of them. What a

His peeling was aggressive, as if he

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

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

she didn't understand love, always chasing a grand romance. Now, she regretted it, realizing that true love eventually settles

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

just finished wiping her face, heard her and asked, "Phoebe, do you have a cold?

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

Reynolds, both annoyed and amused, took her out of the bedroom. "You're grown up, how come you can't take better