Forbidden Passion

Chapter 235 May Just be Mischief Afoot

"Did Mom leave?" Theodore asked, his unfamiliarity with the task at hand highlighting how much he was trying to impress Vanessa. Phoebe hummed an affirmative.

Theodore looked up, but the steam blurred her features, hiding her expression from him. Even if he could see it clearly, it likely wouldn't have been the reaction he wished for. "What are you standing there for?" he asked.

Holding her cup, Phoebe replied matter-of-factly, "I'm watching you do the dishes."

The tone in her voice was indistinguishable from someone observing a monkey's antics at the circus.

At that, Theodore felt his fists clench.

Theodore glared at her with a hint of aggression in his eyes. "If you've got nothing better to do, come and put these bowls in the sanitizer," he commanded.

Phoebe retorted, extending her glass towards him, "I'm hydrating here, and

as if the air itself between Phoebe and Theodore became a barrier, isolating her. Whenever they spoke, she couldn't seem to get a

it seemed he didn't

overly polite and distant with her. She sometimes wished he would snap at her like he

aloof - that

She

a surge of exasperation. 'Really? You need to ask? Don't act as if you don't know

Vanessa instinctively, "You injured

trying to shake off the memory, Vanessa muttered, "It's nothing," while she slipped her foot further into her slipper.

penetrating gaze, her eyes seemed to

reassured her anxiously, "It's

Miss Fitzroy may not be acclimating well to our environment. You've only been back for a little over two months,