Forbidden Passion

Chapter 232 How Could Theodore Humiliate Her Like That?

Phoebe, in high spirits, took a bite of her meat, her eyes twinkling at Theodore, "What else? I'm just in a good mood."

Mrs. Reynolds couldn't help but laugh, infected by Phoebe's grin, "Theodore, you worry too much, even about why your wife smiles." Theodore was speechless.

She had the look of a cat who'd just caught a canary, how could he not be concerned?

However, the words "your wife" hit close to home, marking Phoebe as his in a way no one could contest.

He pointed a finger at her, warning, "Don't let me find out you've been up to no good."

Phoebe stuck out her tongue at him playfully, as if to say even if she had been naughty, he wouldn't know.

Theodore almost let out a combination of frustration and laughter at her childish gesture, especially when he caught sight of her pink tongue.

chuckled, "Alright, you two cut it out

actually tasted better now, and even though Vanessa wasn't a bad cook, she couldn't hold a candle to

satisfaction, Phoebe finished her meal but didn't touch Theodore's favorite cream of potato soup. Thinking she couldn't reach

don't want any!"

poison.

bowl, Phoebe slapped his hand away with

indeed, intentionally aimed to seduce Theodore under the table. She

of excitement and shame through her as this was by far the most daring thing she had ever done in her life, and she found herself losing

pain was so intense that she almost screamed out loud. Seeing the man's handsome face unchanged

humiliate her like

of her foot and paused in confusion. She clearly remembered Theodore hadn't handled a toothpick-only Phoebe

That bitch!

with outrage, the toothpick sticking out of her foot, not budging throughout her walk, a testament to the viciousness of Phoebe's attack. Wincing in pain, she pulled out the toothpick, and a bead of

her agitation. How on earth had Phoebe seen her trying to seduce Theodore? The tablecloth should have hidden everything