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 picked her

"Let's go home."

though Pamela found Noomi quickly and nothing bad happened, it was still her screw-up. She was worried Phoebe might fire her on the spot. Pamela quickly grabbed her

look. "Are they triplets? They're so cute," one parent said, eyes sparkling as she looked

newborn for forty

we don't have them," the mom grumbled, and the blushing dad pushed her into the pediatric care

and mask down and quickly followed the stroller out. She didn't want to

high-profile return to the country and appearance at the SR boy band's disbandment concert meant she couldn't be sure

want any extra

had planned to take her kids to the amusement park, but Noomi's getting lost today freaked 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 car around. Noomi, after throwing a fit, was now lying

the middle divider, poking at Noomi,

that someone was

downhill for the past couple of years. This morning, she felt some heart palpitations, so Brandon and Theodore brought her to this private

treatment. Theodore, feeling a bit claustrophobic, walked to the window to

that was

drawn to Noomi's tiny figure and couldn't help

middle divider to mess with Noomi, who swatted him away, annoyed. Boris, not giving up, kept poking her. Noomi, fed up, turned her back

watched, totally engrossed, not even noticing someone

what are you

it and walked away from the window. "There are triplets

curious too. She walked to the window and looked down, but Hubert, Boris, and Noomi were already getting in