Forbidden Passion

Chapter 633 Remain Unmarried for Her

Noomi shivered and snuggled into Phoebe's arms, nuzzling her neck. "Mommy, chill out," she said in her sweet, little voice. "You still remember to tell me to chill? What did we agree on before we left the house? I told you not to run off, didn't I?"

The more Phoebe talked, the angrier she got. When she realized Noomi was missing, her heart nearly stopped, and a bunch of horrible thoughts raced through her mind. She almost lost it. Noomi was so young; if some creep took her, Phoebe couldn't even think about what might happen.

Noomi stayed quiet.

Phoebe took a deep breath, trying to push down the panic. She didn't want to scare Noomi, so she held her tight and walked into the pediatric care room.

Hubert and Boris were already done and chilling in the room, chugging probiotic drinks like they were the best thing ever.

This made Noomi's mouth water. She looked at them longingly, but Phoebe plopped her down on the measuring table without mercy.

A sweet-looking doctor came over and started measuring Noomi's head, height, and all that. Noomi lay there quietly, looking up at Phoebe who was hovering over her. "Mommy, if I'm good, can I have a drink too?" Noomi asked.

"Nope. As punishment for running off, no snacks for a week. Hubert and Boris can have them, but not you. Think about what you did," Phoebe said coldly.

Noomi's worst nightmare was not getting snacks.

Thinking about a week without snacks, Noomi started bawling, crying so loud that the parents outside thought something terrible was happening.

Evelyn couldn't stand it and tried to comfort her. "Noomi, don't cry. If your mom won't give you any, I will. Stop crying, or your face will get all puffy and you won't look pretty." Phoebe cut in coldly, "I said no, and I mean it. Mom, don't spoil her. Noomi, if you don't stop crying, no snacks for half a month."

pitifully at Phoebe. Phoebe

"Let's go home."

Even though Pamela found Noomi quickly and nothing bad happened, it was still her screw-up. She

the parents sitting in the hallway all turned to look. "Are they

exhausted from dealing with a newborn for forty days, wasn't impressed.

have them," the mom grumbled, and the blushing dad pushed her

red. She pulled her hat and mask down and quickly followed the stroller out. She didn't want to be the

a celebrity or an influencer, her high-profile return to the country and appearance at the SR boy band's disbandment concert meant she couldn't be sure no

want any extra

her out, so she scrapped the plan and headed home instead. Phoebe stood by the stroller, waiting for their driver, Guadalupe Diaz, to bring the

divider, poking at Noomi, who

someone was watching them from

morning, she

next steps for treatment. Theodore, feeling a bit claustrophobic, walked

that was

couldn't help but

two seemed about the same age as Noomi. One was lying down, soaking up the sun, while the other was reaching over the middle divider to mess with Noomi, who swatted him away, annoyed. Boris, not giving up, kept poking her. Noomi, fed up,

not even noticing someone calling him

are you looking

walked away from the window. "There are

Noomi were already getting in the car, and the driver was folding the stroller. "They're getting in the car. I can't see them,"