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.

not busy?" Phoebe retorted, extending her glass towards him, "I'm hydrating here, and I've

was around, as if the air itself between Phoebe and Theodore became a barrier, isolating her. Whenever they spoke,

when it came to Theodore's attitude towards Phoebe the worse he treated her, the more it seemed he didn't

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

aloof - that was

down and spotted a band-aid on Vanessa's exposed ankle. She

need to ask? Don't act as

at Vanessa instinctively, "You injured

while she slipped

eyes seemed to cut through

anxiously, "It's

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