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.

I'm not busy?" Phoebe retorted, extending her glass towards him, "I'm hydrating here, and I've got chats to catch up on with

Vanessa always felt like an outsider whenever Phoebe was around, as if the air itself between Phoebe and Theodore became a barrier, isolating her. Whenever they spoke, she couldn't seem

attitude towards Phoebe the worse he treated her, the more it seemed he didn't consider her an outsider, allowing his

with her. She sometimes wished

aloof - that

and spotted a band-aid on Vanessa's exposed ankle. She expressed her surprise,

You need to ask? Don't act as

instinctively, "You injured

"It's nothing," while she slipped her foot further into

seemed to cut

anxiously, "It's

out a faint sigh, "It seems Miss Fitzroy may not be acclimating well to our environment. You've only been back for a little over two months, and it's been one injury after another. That's