Forbidden Passion
Chapter 232 How Could Theodore Humiliate Her Like That?

Phoebe, in high spirits, took a bite of her meat, her eyes twinkling at Theodore, "What else? I'm just in a good mood."

Mrs. Reynolds couldn't help but laugh, infected by Phoebe's grin, "Theodore, you worry too much, even about why your wife smiles." Theodore was speechless.

She had the look of a cat who'd just caught a canary, how could he not be concerned?

However, the words "your wife" hit close to home, marking Phoebe as his in a way no one could contest.

He pointed a finger at her, warning, "Don't let me find out you've been up to no good."

Phoebe stuck out her tongue at him playfully, as if to say even if she had been naughty, he wouldn't know.

Theodore almost let out a combination of frustration and laughter at her childish gesture, especially when he caught sight of her pink tongue.

Mrs. Reynolds chuckled, "Alright, you two cut it out and eat up, or the food will get cold."

Phoebe turned away and continued eating. The meal actually tasted better now, and even though Vanessa wasn't a bad cook, she couldn't hold a candle to Phoebe.

With a hum of satisfaction, Phoebe finished her meal but didn't touch Theodore's favorite cream of potato soup. Thinking she couldn't reach the soup, Theodore offered, "Let me get you some soup."

"I don't want any!" Phoebe's refusal was firm.

Theodore felt slightly offended, "Soup isn't poison. I thought it was your favorite?"

As he reached for her bowl, Phoebe slapped his hand away with a sharp "smack."

The sound was crisp and clear, leaving Theodore in a moment of astonished silence, and even Vanessa, who had just emerged from the restroom, paused, her face showing a mix of glee and anticipation for the unfolding drama. She had, indeed, intentionally aimed to seduce Theodore under the table. She had carefully judged the distance, knowing that all it would take was a slight shift in angle to brush against Theodore's leg. So she boldly extended her foot in an attempt to allure him.

Touching his leg sent waves of excitement and shame through her as this was by far the most daring thing she had ever done in her life, and she found herself losing control of her emotions...

The sudden jab of pain was so intense that she almost screamed out loud. Seeing the man's handsome face unchanged by the incident, she felt a mix of humiliation and discomfort. She rushed into the restroom, her tears falling uncontrollably.

How could Theodore humiliate her like that?

Then she noticed the toothpick lodged in the top of her foot and paused in confusion. She clearly remembered Theodore hadn't handled a toothpick-only Phoebe had... She quickly realized it wasn't Theodore who had pricked her; it was Phoebe.

That bitch!

Vanessa was fuming with outrage, the toothpick sticking out of her foot, not budging throughout her walk, a testament to the viciousness of Phoebe's attack. Wincing in pain, she pulled out the toothpick, and a bead of blood immediately surfaced.

She sucked in air through clenched teeth, cursing Phoebe in her mind over and over, yet it did little to soothe her agitation. How on earth had Phoebe seen her trying to seduce Theodore? The tablecloth should have hidden everything beneath the table, otherwise, Vanessa would never have dared to seduce Theodore under its cover. Unless...

She had flirted with the wrong person!

Damn it!

This was even more humiliating than any pain Theodore could inflict - at least her embarrassment was known only to her and Theodore.

Feeling ashamed and frustrated, Vanessa crouched in the restroom, wishing she could hide away forever and avoid Phoebe's mocking gaze.

In that moment, seeing Phoebe brushing off Theodore's hand filled her with a perverse sense of satisfaction.