The water in the pot started boiling, and Phoebe was about to put the noodles in when the kitchen door was suddenly pushed open. A tall and straight figure stood at the doorway. “We haven’t eaten either.”

Phoebe’s hand paused, “I’m boiling plain noodles, not fit for your refined palate. You can order takeout.”

Theodore leaned against the door, his gaze faint. “Phoebe, don’t be ungrateful.”

Phoebe exerted force and the noodles broke into several pieces. She raised an eyebrow at Theodore, a provocation evident in her eyes. “So, I’m ungrateful. What can you do to me?” Theodore squinted, a cold smile appearing at the corner of his lips. “I see you’ve forgotten the consequences after three days of arrogance.”

Phoebe sneered, “Theodore, I tolerate you because we never had a mistress between us. But now that you brought Vanessa home without even saying hello to me, do you think I have no temper at all?” “Never had a mistress?” Theodore pondered on these words with a teasing tone, his voice deep. “Wasn’t Edward a mistress?”

Phoebe’s face turned pale. “There was nothing between me and him.”

“Then tell me, what ‘nothing’ exactly?”

“The relationship would sleep on the same bed?” Theodore’s eyes were full of mockery.

Phoebe froze.

“No more to say?” Theodore asked sarcastically.

Phoebe closed her eyes, hiding all her emotions deep inside. She softly asked, “Is this something that still bothers you?”

“Yes, it has never passed,” Theodore’s tense voice carried a hint of resentment. “Phoebe, remember this, you owe me, and you won’t be able to repay it in this lifetime!”

Phoebe’s eyes welled up with heat, she actually wanted to ask him if she was really unforgivable in his heart.

But she couldn’t bring herself to ask, afraid of making a fool of herself.

She poured out the water from the milk pot in silence, took out a large pot and filled it with water, placing it on the gas stove to boil, and threw in the noodles. She took out three bowls and skillfully started seasoning.

Theodore stood at the doorway and watched for a while. His emotions seemed to calm down, and he said in a deep voice, “You injured Vanessa’s hand, and she will stay here until her hand heals.”

“You didn’t even ask, but concluded that I injured her hand?” Phoebe looked up at him, her eyes filled with pain. “You’re being too decisive.”

Theodore sneered, “I’m being decisive? Phoebe, I saw it with my own eyes.”

Phoebe stared at him firmly, “Seeing it with your own eyes doesn’t necessarily mean it’s the truth. Ultimately, you only believe what you see, so you didn’t even bother to ask me what happened back then before you blamed me.” Theodore took a step forward, getting closer to her. “Phoebe, what other excuses are you trying to come up with? Vanessa was in so much pain, yet she kept speaking up for you.”

Phoebe laughed in frustration, “She spoke up for me? It’s like a weasel paying a New Year’s greeting to a chicken. Everyone knows what her true intentions were.”

“You!” Theodore stared at her cold and beautiful face. There was a kind of aloofness about her that made her look independent.

Phoebe looked at him coldly, “I don’t need to defend myself for something I didn’t do. But Mr. Reynolds, with your wisdom and intelligence, why don’t you think about who benefits the most from this situation?”

“Isn’t it you who benefits?” Theodore smirked, “You injured her hand, preventing her from performing. And then you took her place on stage, claiming it was to save the show, when in reality, you just wanted to hog the limelight. I didn’t expect you to take advantage and act innocent.”

Phoebe was stunned.

Then she started laughing, tears filling her eyes.

She was wrong.

He wasn’t blind, unable to see Vanessa’s tricks. He was just indulging her and pushing all the blame onto her.

So no matter if the party tonight is ruined or not, he will still come after her.

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