Forbidden Passion

Chapter 624 The Daily Lives of Hubert, Boris, and Noomi

Theodore took a swig of his vodka, his face like stone. Usually, it went down smooth, but tonight it tasted like watered-down garbage, leaving a nasty aftertaste.

He shoved the glass back on the coffee table. "Dude, you gotta switch up your bar's supplier. This stuff's getting worse."

Patrick took a couple of sips and shrugged. "Tastes the same to me. You heading out already?"

Theodore stood up, grabbing his suit jacket from the back of the sofa. "Yeah, I'm out."

Patrick quickly got up, eyeing him closely. "I know you've banned anyone from mentioning Phoebe for the past two years, but now that she's back, don't you feel even a little..." "Patrick." Theodore cut him off coldly, his eyes flashing a warning.

Patrick licked his lips. "Alright, alright. I won't bring it up. You've been drinking; don't drive. Let the driver get you."

Theodore gave a nod, expressionless, grabbed his jacket, and left.

Outside the bar, the music was blasting, and the stage was a mess. Theodore strolled out like he had all the time in the world. The hot summer wind hit him, making him feel even more on edge.

A black Maybach rolled up in front of him. Jack hopped out and opened the back door. Once Theodore was in, Jack shut the door and got back behind the wheel.

The radio was on in the car.

"Phoebe Ziegler, the founder of Superstar Entertainment, has recently returned to Kedora, making a high-profile appearance at the SR boy band's farewell concert. From the photos sent back from the scene, we can see that Ms. Ziegler has undergone a complete transformation compared to three years ago. She seems more at ease in front of the camera than ever before."

off!" Theodore's icy command

the radio. "Mr. Reynolds, are we heading back to

"The office."

and headed towards the Reynolds Group. The black Maybach sped through the night streets. At a red

highlights of the SR boy band's farewell concert were playing. The screen switched to a shot of Noah and

giant LED screen, Phoebe was rocking a black silk gown, her makeup on point, and

his knees, curled up. He stared hard at the LED screen, tracing Phoebe's features with

tensing up before relaxing. His eyes were filled with deep, dark emotions, like a storm about to break. A horn blaring from behind snapped Jack back to reality. He quickly drove the

when she felt soft lips kissing her cheeks. Forcing her eyes open, she saw three kids

her awake, the three kids

the first to wake up." Hubert, taking advantage of his spot, puckered up for a

Hubert aside. "Mommy, kiss me first. I didn't wet

cheek. "Shame on you, Boris! You're already grown but still wet the bed. I stopped doing that ages

for affection had been a thing since Hubert, Boris, and Noomi could talk. Phoebe kissed each of them on the cheek, not playing favorites. Hubert, Boris, and Noomi beamed.

"Good morning!"

to crawl back into bed, but seeing the eager faces of them, she had no choice but to sit up. "Get dressed by yourselves. I'll go make breakfast." "Mommy is the best!" Noomi

in her heart. With them by her side, no

and headed to the kitchen. Hearing the sound of water, Phoebe walked

up. "You're awake. Where are Hubert, Boris,

the bedroom getting dressed. What are you making? I'll help." Phoebe

soup for Hubert, Boris, and Noomi. Be careful not to leave any bones in it," Evelyn instructed. Phoebe nodded, put on disposable gloves, and