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.

a glimpse of the harmonious scene in the living

she was the nanny, merely there to cook for this

ready. Theodore, would you mind bringing

in her camp. It was a subtle declaration that she was not a hired hand in the kitchen, but rather the gracious hostess of the gathering. "Sure," Theodore agreed obediently,

she watched him. Was he ever this compliant around

her. Of course, she couldn't really ask anything of

hands to the dining

side when Mrs. Reynolds interjected, "Vanessa, come sit by me. We'll have

about to sit down, a fleeting look of surprise crossed her face at

other without whispering, Mrs.

settled down, she turned to Vanessa, "You've worked hard today, Vanessa. Theodore, it's not right to let