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."

turn it off!" Theodore's icy command

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

"The office."

instinctively made a U-turn and headed towards the Reynolds Group. The black Maybach sped through the night streets. At a red light, the car

band's farewell

gown,

knees, curled up. He stared hard at the

His eyes were filled with deep, dark emotions, like a storm about to break. A

lips kissing her cheeks. Forcing her eyes open, she saw

the three kids pounced on her

me first. I was the first to wake up." Hubert, taking advantage of his

tried to push Hubert aside. "Mommy, kiss me first. I didn't wet the bed

squeezed in, her chubby fingers pointing at her cheek. "Shame on you, Boris! You're already grown but still wet the bed. I stopped doing that

Hubert, Boris, and Noomi could talk. Phoebe kissed each of them on the cheek, not

"Good morning!"

the eager faces of them, she had no choice but to sit up. "Get dressed by yourselves. I'll go make breakfast."

her heart. With them by her side, no matter how tough things

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

up. "You're awake. Where

in the bedroom getting dressed. What are you making? I'll help." Phoebe washed her hands and stood by as Evelyn brought out

fish. I'm making fish soup for Hubert, Boris, and Noomi. Be careful not to leave any bones in it," Evelyn instructed. Phoebe nodded,