Forbidden Passion

Chapter 234 Why Can't You Apply that Wisdom to Theodore?

Phoebe was fully aware of Mrs. Reynolds's worries; she shared them. However, was it possible to monitor them forever? If Theodore had any intention to stray, any brief moment could lead to something unspeakable with Vanessa. Shaking her head, Phoebe banished the troubling thoughts. "Mom, I know you're worried about me, but I trust Theodore," she affirmed.

Mrs. Reynolds wanted to knock some sense into Phoebe, but she restrained herself, trying to lighten the mood instead. "You just try to have a baby as soon as possible. Theodore's really looking forward to being a dad." Phoebe felt a pang of guilt, especially for keeping her father-in-law's infidelity from her. Seeing her mother-in-law so concerned tugged at her conscience.

"Mom," Phoebe hesitated, "how are things between you and dad? Is your relationship okay?"

"We're an old couple. What's there to be 'okay' or not?" Mrs. Reynolds replied. "At our age, love and novelty are things of the past. It all boils down to companionship."

Phoebe's heart sank. Women might resign to their fates in their fifties or sixties, but for men, it seemed like a second spring of love was just beginning.

"And how do you feel about dad?"

Mrs. Reynolds was caught off guard by the unusual question. "Why are you asking me this all of a sudden?"

My mother waited for him all these years. She never spoke of love, but I know, deep down, she

hard life," Mrs. Reynolds sighed, her voice tinged

now of Phoebe's

going back to work soon after her miscarriage, unwilling

need care and affection, right? I saw this post on Facebook about an elderly couple who've been together

to put in the effort and care, won't

heart, but her thoughts veered in the next second, "Phoebe, I used to think you were just thick-headed, but hearing you now, it seems you understand a

'because he doesn't love me!'

words felt wasted as Mrs. Reynolds seemed to miss the

waiting by the elevator. The driver stepped out to open

sank into the seat, and the driver closed the door after her.

the vehicle disappear around the corner before

wondered if Mrs. Reynolds had taken her words to heart, feeling empathy for Mrs. Reynolds when she recalled the sight of Brandon, arms wrapped around another woman in intimate familiarity. It was an image of him she had never witnessed

Brandon had the presence of a feudal patriarch, distant and imposing. Yet today, there he was, his laughter warm and heartfelt in a way she'd never