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 his love for her

could satisfy her

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

people could be to the good things right in front of them. What a

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

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

and women makes

cozy delight. She kept busy with her own work but occasionally

youth, she didn't understand love, always chasing a grand 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

was full of Theodore, and his was clouded with resentment towards

Mrs. Reynolds, who had just finished wiping her face, heard her and asked, "Phoebe, do you have a cold?

achoo..." Phoebe sneezed again,

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