Forbidden Passion

Chapter 18 Chickens and Eggs

On her way back home, Phoebe received a call from Mrs. Reynolds.

"Are you home? I'll be coming over in a bit to bring you some local specialties from a friend and let Auntie cook something nourishing for both of you," Mrs. Reynolds said over the phone.

Before Phoebe had a chance to refuse, Mrs. Reynolds hung up. She was always busy and rarely considered other people's feelings. Since she had said she was coming, Phoebe hurried home. When she arrived at the apartment building, Mr. Mrs. Reynolds was already waiting there.

"Has the access code to your house changed again?" Mrs. Reynolds, dressed in a wine-red dress and high heels, looked imposing.

Phoebe quickly pressed the code. "It was changed by Mr. Reynolds himself."

Speaking of changing the code, Phoebe felt quite embarrassed.

There was a time when the cleaning lady forgot her phone and came back to retrieve it, only to catch them together. This incident caused Theodore to have a serious psychological shadow.

He not only fired the cleaning lady but also changed the code, not allowing strangers to freely enter their home.

to his casual behavior with her, he was a man

always call Theodore Mr. Reynolds?" Mrs. Reynolds had never heard her call him that before, and she found it

Phoebe: "..."

at the door inside. The boxes were quite heavy, and she placed them on the shoe cabinet, then

rare, just some free-range chickens raised by

swept over the orange paper bag Phoebe

on the day before her birthday, but considering that her birthday was only a few days away, she handed the paper bag to Mrs. Reynolds. "Mom, this is the birthday gift I bought for you.

and from the size of the paper bag,

no matter what it is, I will be happy." Mrs. Reynolds opened the box and took out a shiny platinum bag. She smiled so much that her mouth

were produced worldwide." Mrs. Reynolds truly loved bags. She held it in her hands and looked left and right, completely infatuated. Phoebe saw how much she

take a few

snapped a few pictures for her. Mrs. Reynolds sat beside her and they looked at the photos together. As soon as she saw the photos, she was stunned. "Phoebe, have you studied

the ReynoldsSheng Mansion as it was every year. They had hired

and couldn't seem to muster any enthusiasm. During breakfast, Mrs. Reynolds noticed the dark circles

was present, all eyes fixed on her. Phoebe felt extremely awkward and blurted out, "I'm fine, I must have just slept in a