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

the nanny, merely there to cook for

Mrs. Reynolds, "Aunt, dinner's ready. Theodore, would you mind bringing out the soup for

was a subtle declaration that she was not a hired hand in the kitchen, but rather the gracious hostess

him. Was

really ask anything of him; not even carrying hot soup,

hands to the dining room, she found the table set, with Theodore already settled in his chair, and

to avoid a tug-of-war over seating, Phoebe started towards the opposite side when Mrs. Reynolds interjected, "Vanessa,

to sit down, a fleeting look of surprise crossed her

could hear each other without whispering,

to Vanessa, "You've worked hard today, Vanessa.