Forbidden Passion
Chapter 143

The water in the pot was boiling. Phoebe had just grabbed some noodles and was about to put them into the pot when the kitchen door was suddenly pushed open, and a tall and upright figure stood at the doorway. "We haven't eaten either."

Phoebe paused with the noodles in hand. "I'm cooking plain noodles; they won't suit your distinguished taste. You can order takeout."

Theodore leaned against the door frame, his gaze deep and enigmatic. "Phoebe, don't bite the hand that feeds you."

With a forceful move, Phoebe snapped the noodles into several pieces. She raised her eyebrows and looked at Theodore challengingly, defiance written all over her face. "So I'm ungrateful, what are you going to do about it?" Theodore narrowed his eyes, a cold smirk appearing on his lips. "It seems you need a reminder not to forget your place, or you wanna take another loss?"

Phoebe sneered. "Theodore, the only reason I've been putting up with you is that there has never been a third person between the two of us. Now you bring Vanessa home without so much as a word to me, do you really think I have no temper at all?"

"There's never been a third person?" Theodore chewed on these words with relish, his voice deep and heavy. "Edward isn't a third person?"

Phoebe's face turned pale. "The relationship between Edward and me was pure."

"Then tell me, what kind of 'pure' relationship ends up in the same bed?" Mockery filled Theodore's eyes.

Phoebe froze.

"Can't defend yourself?" Theodore asked sarcastically.

Phoebe closed her eyes for a moment, tucking all her emotions back inside. In a soft voice, she asked, "Is this something you can't get over?"

"Yes, it's something I've never gotten over," said Theodore, his voice tense and biting, "Phoebe, remember this: you owe me, and you'll never be able to repay that debt in this lifetime!"

Phoebe's eyes stung with heat. She wanted to ask him if she was truly so unforgivable in his mind.

But she couldn't bring herself to ask, for fear of humiliating herself further.

Silently, she poured out the water from the saucepan, then took out a larger pot to fill with water and placed it on the stove to boil for the noodles.

She took out three bowls and began preparing the seasonings proficiently.

Theodore stood at the doorway, watching her for a while, his mood seemingly calmed. He said in a grave voice, "You injured Vanessa's hand, so she will be staying here until her hand heals."

"You didn't even ask before concluding that I hurt her hand?" Phoebe looked up at him, her eyes full of pain. "Aren't you being too hasty?"

Theodore scoffed coldly. "Me, hasty? Phoebe, I saw it with my own eyes."

Phoebe stared straight at him. "Eyes can deceive. At the end of the day, you only believe what you see, which is why you don't bother to ask me what actually happened. You've already convicted me." Theodore stepped forward, closing the distance between them. "Phoebe, are you trying to find another excuse for yourself? Vanessa was in so much pain, yet she kept speaking well of you."

Phoebe couldn't help but laugh bitterly. "She spoke well of me? Beware of suspicious folk bearing gifts, they are sure to be ill-intentioned." "Ridiculous!" Theodore glared at her cold, beautiful face. There was an air of proud solitude about her that made her seem utterly alone.

Phoebe met his gaze coldly. "For things I haven't done, I don't need to make excuses for myself. Perhaps Mr. Reynolds, in your wisdom, should think about who the biggest beneficiary of this situation is."

"The beneficiary is you, isn't it?" Theodore retorted coldly. "You injured her hand so she couldn't go on stage. Then you replaced her on stage, claiming to be saving the show, when in reality, you stole the limelight. I never expected you to take advantage and pretend to be the victim."

Phoebe was taken aback.

Then she laughed, tears wrapping around her eyes.

This was all her fault.

He hadn't been too blinded by a leaf to see Vanessa's shenanigans; he'd just indulged Vanessa and then put all the blame on her.

So no matter whether today's party is ruined or not, he will find trouble with her