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.

hydrating here, and I've

by, Vanessa always felt like an outsider whenever Phoebe was around, as if the air itself between Phoebe and Theodore became a barrier, isolating

Theodore's attitude towards Phoebe the worse he treated her, the more it seemed he didn't consider her an outsider, allowing his true colors to show in

it was a whole different story. He was overly polite and distant with her. She sometimes wished he would snap at her

and aloof - that was

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

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

glanced at Vanessa instinctively, "You injured your

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

met Phoebe's penetrating gaze, her eyes seemed to cut through to

reassured her anxiously, "It's

"It seems Miss Fitzroy may not be acclimating well to our environment. You've only been back