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.

too dangerous, let me

the other side of the counter, Mrs. Reynolds felt like whacking him. He doesn't care enough about his own wife, but fusses over another woman. Serves him right to be single

watch, Mrs. Reynolds turned and left

rain, delivery fees had surged. After finalizing her pharmaceutical

having a man in the house is sometimes

a hot cup of water. She had once thought Phoebe

to Vanessa, Phoebe was a million

for instance. Vanessa would whine and play the martyr, making Theodore do it for her. However, Phoebe wouldn't-not even if she cut herself. She'd wash off the

daughter-in-law, she might not even taste the food Vanessa made before Vanessa had her son wrapped around her

she didn't like about Vanessa

hour to arrive." Phoebe had cleaned out the medicine cabinet earlier, tossing any expired items,

just outside the complex-a ten-minute

it works fast. I already feel like