Forbidden Passion

Chapter 230 The potato Soup is Delicious

Realizing what he meant, her cheeks turned even redder with anger.

She glared at him, "Can't you speak properly?"

"No!" Theodore huffed, puffed up like a pufferfish.

"You!" Phoebe was at her wit's end with him, glaring with eyes that, in her mind, wielded a forty-meter greatsword to slice him into watermelon, just to ease her anger a bit.

Theodore smirked triumphantly, his expression akin to a child's taunt. 'If you don't like it, try and stop me it was elementary school level taunting. Phoebe was speechless.

Mrs. Reynolds looked from her son to her daughter-in-law, seeing their childish yet adorable quarrel, she figured she didn't need to worry - there was no way these two would split up.

out carrying the rice and caught a glimpse of the harmonious scene

though she was the nanny, merely

eyes dimmed as she addressed Mrs. Reynolds, "Aunt, dinner's ready. Theodore, would

she was not a hired hand in the kitchen, but rather the

she watched him. Was he

stubborn and contrary, frequently clashing with her. Of course, she couldn't really ask anything of him; not even carrying hot soup, for fear he'd spill it on her in

adored Vanessa, shielding her from any hint of danger. However, toward her, he was indifferent, unconcerned with what hazards might befall her. Returning with clean hands to the dining room, she found the table set, with Theodore

the opposite side when Mrs. Reynolds interjected, "Vanessa, come sit by

down, a fleeting look of surprise crossed her

everyone could hear each other without whispering, Mrs. Reynolds's request meant Vanessa had to circle the table

gently nudged Phoebe toward Theodore. As Phoebe pulled out her chair and settled down, she turned to Vanessa, "You've worked hard today,