Forbidden Passion
Chapter 196 Aren’t You Supposed to Be Keeping Yourself Healthy for Our Future Child?

Phoebe was truly hungry and didn't have the energy to argue nonsensically with him.

She opened the food delivery app on her phone and pushed it towards him, "Order whatever you want, it's on me."

After she said that, she sat down and began eating her meal.

The first bite was so spicy that she choked.

Just as she thought of spitting it out, she heard the man opposite her issue a cold threat, "If you dare spit it out, I'll make you eat it again."

Startled, Phoebe swallowed reflexively and quickly stood up to pour herself a glass of water. She gulped it down as her ears burned red from the spice.

She looked at the man sitting at the table, who was busy ordering food on her phone, and bit her lower lip, "Why did Miss Fitzroy leave? The dinner I carefully prepared for her went to waste." Theodore's long index finger tapped a few times on the screen, then he placed the phone face down on the table, "Even pigs wouldn't eat the slop you've made."

Phoebe retorted, "Oh, indeed, even pigs wouldn't eat it."

Was she calling him a pig?

"Phoebe!" Theodore caught the implication in her words, and his expression turned stern instantly, "I see you're really asking for a spanking, aren't you?" Phoebe fell silent.

He sounded like he was scolding a mischievous child, but Phoebe knew all too well that the 'spanking' he referred to was not a literal one.

She shrugged her shoulders and sat back down, about to take another bite when he spoke up casually, "Stop eating. Wait for the takeout and eat with me."

Phoebe ignored him, "Apart from the looks, it tastes quite good."

"Phoebe, you know you shouldn't eat greasy or spicy food when taking medication, right?" Theodore reminded her nonchalantly, "Aren't you supposed to be keeping yourself healthy for our future child?" "Cough cough cough!"

Phoebe choked when she heard this. It took her a while to recover; tears were streaming from her eyes as she stared at the man who had astonished her.

"I... I... never said I would have your child..."

Theodore leaned back lazily in his chair as his long legs stretched out casually, "If you don't want to have my child, why take medicine every day?" Phoebe was at a loss for words.

She was only complying with the medication as a desperate measure. Getting pregnant with her current health condition was as hard as reaching the heavens.

As he watched Phoebe's ears turn redder, a wave of heat rose in Theodore's chest.

Lately, despite their constant bickering, there was more life in her than before when she was utterly despondent.

He liked it when she shone like this.

It seemed like she had returned to herself from three years ago when she was bright and dazzling; she always drew his attention unconsciously, making it impossible for him to ignore the light that radiated from her. Phoebe poked at the food in her bowl with her fork. She was surprised actually-every time he mentioned children in the past, it was with gritted teeth and resentment.

Today, however, his tone was mild and without any sarcasm.

The takeout arrived quickly. It was in bamboo containers bearing the gold-embossed logo of some fancy hotel, looking very upscale.

Phoebe took the containers from the delivery guy, thanked him, and carried the food inside.