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.

caught a glimpse of the harmonious scene in the living room. A twinge of unease

merely there to cook

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

was not a hired hand in the kitchen, but

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

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

mused, must be the difference between love and indifference. Theodore 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

side when Mrs. Reynolds interjected, "Vanessa,

a fleeting look of surprise crossed her face at Mrs. Reynolds's words, but she complied,

where everyone could hear each other without whispering, Mrs.

she turned to Vanessa, "You've worked hard today, Vanessa. Theodore, it's not right to let our guest take care