Forbidden Passion

Chapter 227 Don’t Sweet-talk Me, Go Charm Your Husband Instead

"I'm not going. Have someone run the errand and deliver it," Theodore stood firm, raising his voice so Phoebe could hear him outside.

Indeed, Phoebe heard everything. She was embarrassed and hurt that Mrs. Reynolds would ask Theodore to go downstairs to get medicine for her and that he refused. She said, "Mom, I'll call for a delivery, let's not trouble Mr. Reynolds."

Theodore was speechless...

He jabbed a verbal barb at her and she fired one right back. Impressive!

He was about ready to blow a gasket but kept a smile plastered on his face and said to Mrs. Reynolds, "Mom, did you hear that? Ms. Ziegler can handle herself."

Mrs. Reynolds chuckled, "You two with your formal 'Mr. Reynolds' and 'Ms. Ziegler,' anyone listening would think you were playing some flirty game."

"Bang!" Vanessa, who was on potato-chopping duty, missed her mark and the knife thudded into the cutting board, narrowly missing her fingers. Heart racing, she barely registered Theodore swooping in across the kitchen counter to take the knife out of her hands.

let me do

He doesn't care enough about his own wife, but fusses

watch, Mrs. Reynolds turned and

With the rain, delivery fees had surged. After finalizing her

man in the house is sometimes less reliable than

Mrs. Reynolds brought her a hot cup of water.

to Vanessa, Phoebe

Phoebe wouldn't-not even if she cut herself. She'd wash off the blood under the tap

food Vanessa made before Vanessa had her son wrapped around

she didn't like about Vanessa was

rain, it might take an hour to arrive." Phoebe

help but grumble, "The drugstore's just outside the complex-a ten-minute trip! What if your condition worsens? Theodore

her, taking a few sips of the hot water. "See, it works fast. I already feel like