Forbidden Passion

Chapter 231 Had She No Shame?

At his praise, Vanessa's smile blossomed brighter than wildflowers, "Theo, if you like it so much, I'll make it for you more often." "Cough cough!"

Mrs. Reynolds cleared her throat gently. "Give it a rest, Vanessa. Your hands are made for playing the piano, not for slaving away in the kitchen. Right, Theodore?" Theodore nodded in agreement. "Yeah, you should just share the recipe with Phoebe and let her cook for me in the future."

His comment managed to offend both women at the same time.

Vanessa felt wounded inside. The recipe was a part of their shared memories, and by passing it on to Phoebe, it felt like an intrusion upon those precious moments. How could she accept that? Phoebe, on the other hand, thought bitterly that if Theodore cherished Vanessa's hands as treasures too fine for cooking, she was expected to take over and become the household drudge, huh?

The more Phoebe stewed over it, the angrier she got. Catching a glimpse of Theodore's smug expression out of the corner of her eye, her irritation reached a boiling point, and she kicked him sharply in the shin. "Oof!"

Theodore grunted, the slice of meat he was about to enjoy dropping back onto his plate. Vanessa and Mrs. Reynolds looked on in concern. "Theodore, what's wrong?"

it out, so he said instead, "I just bit my tongue, no big deal. I'll just have a

be careful. Is my cooking really that good that you'd

in ages," Phoebe couldn't resist adding a snarky

in her direction. She was audacious, daring to pull such stunts under

tensions rising, Mrs. Reynolds quickly changed the subject.

I'm going to give it my all, so I don't let down his expectations." Vanessa glanced at Theodore with bashful yet eager eyes, every word hinting at an intimate connection between them. "The director you'll be working with is top-notch. A few

focusing on her food. Suddenly, she felt a nudge against her leg. Initially thinking it was an accident, she didn't mind. However, then a few seconds later, there it was again a deliberate stroke up her leg,

glanced up only to find Vanessa blushing and demurely

had no doubts about whom the foot belonged to, and she was

deceptive charm, with her air of nobility and grace, it was shocking to see her play footsie with another woman's husband under