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.

harmonious scene in the living room. A

merely there to cook for

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

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

turned bitter as she watched him. Was he ever

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

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

avoid a tug-of-war over seating, Phoebe started towards the opposite side when Mrs. Reynolds interjected, "Vanessa, come sit by me. We'll have a

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

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

As Phoebe pulled out her chair and settled down, she turned to Vanessa, "You've worked hard today, Vanessa. Theodore, it's not