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.

of the harmonious

she was the nanny, merely there to cook for this

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

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

him. Was he ever this

was usually full of backhanded comments, stubborn and contrary, frequently clashing with her. Of course, she couldn't really ask anything of him; not even

hazards might befall her. Returning with clean hands to the dining room, she found the table set, with Theodore already settled in his chair, and Vanessa standing by his side, evidently waiting for her to be seated. Vanessa's intentions were clear. She wanted to be beside

towards the opposite side when Mrs. Reynolds interjected, "Vanessa, come sit by me.

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

whispering,

Mrs. Reynolds gently nudged Phoebe toward Theodore. As Phoebe pulled out her chair and settled down, she turned to Vanessa,