Forbidden Passion

Chapter 229 She's Definitely Got a Fever of a Different Kind

Theodore's brow furrowed involuntarily. "Who told you women are accessories to men? In this day and age, women don't need to depend on men to survive. How can you harbor such an outdated notion?" Vanessa was at a loss for words, "Outdated?"

He nodded earnestly, "Yes, outdated. Such thoughts are unacceptable. Don't ever say things like 'women are accessories to men' when you're out. That kind of talk could get you in trouble." Vanessa couldn't help but laugh and cry at his serious demeanor. How had they even stumbled onto this topic?

"I'm a bit thirsty. I'm going to get some water."

After making her remark, Vanessa turned to fetch a glass and poured herself some water, contemplating their conversation. That's when it struck her.

Theodore hadn't even answered her question.

Delivery arrived with the cold medicine, and Phoebe, who had paid for it online, came in carrying a large bag of it just as Theodore was bringing out dishes from the kitchen.

a homey, white-and-yellow checkered apron, the quintessential image of a domestic man-sophisticated and

flashed through her mind where he wore nothing

was only imagining

she felt like she was going to have

eyes, shocked by her own daydream, and went inside with the

a fever? Sit down and

felt incredibly awkward

just had her cheeks flushed

her forehead, then touched her own, seemingly unable to determine if there was a fever or

you come here and check if your wife is running a

still holding a grudge against her for saying she didn't

hadn't moved an inch and his mother's voice rose a couple of octaves,