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.

came out carrying the rice and caught a glimpse of the harmonious scene in the living

was the nanny, merely there to cook for this

as she addressed Mrs. Reynolds, "Aunt, dinner's ready.

subtle declaration that she was not a hired hand in the

bitter as she watched him. Was he ever this compliant around her? Certainly

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

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 already settled in

over seating, Phoebe started towards the opposite side when Mrs. Reynolds interjected, "Vanessa,

a fleeting look of surprise crossed her face at Mrs.

without whispering, Mrs. Reynolds's request meant Vanessa had to circle the table

toward Theodore. As Phoebe pulled out her chair and settled down, she turned to Vanessa, "You've worked hard today, Vanessa. Theodore, it's not right to let our guest take care of