Forbidden Passion

Chapter 742 Suddenly Missing You

The next morning, Phoebe got up early. When she went downstairs after getting dressed, Hubert, Boris, and Noomi were still sound asleep. As she walked into the dining room, she heard lively sounds coming from the kitchen and a familiar aroma wafted over.

She walked over and saw Evelyn busy cooking Clam Chowder.

"I was just about to call you. Come and taste to see if it's good," Evelyn glanced at her, served a bowl of Clam Chowder, and handed it to her.

Phoebe sat on a high stool by the island counter and took a bite. It was a hundred times better than the Clam Chowder she had yesterday.

"It's just like I remember, so delicious."

Evelyn smiled and said, "If you like it, I can make it for you every day."

"That's not necessary; I don't want to tire you out," Phoebe said, happily eating more than half the bowl of Clam Chowder. "Just make it occasionally so I can have a treat."

Evelyn handed her a packed lunch box, "You're getting better at this. Alright, hurry up and go; Clam Chowder doesn't taste good if it sits too long."

"Okay." Phoebe took it, leaned in to hug her, and suddenly said, "Mom, I love you."

Evelyn was stunned for a few seconds, then quickly pushed her away and waved her off, "You're too old to be acting so childish. Hurry up and go."

Phoebe smiled. She had felt a bit embarrassed, but seeing Evelyn's face turn red and looking more flustered than she was, she couldn't help but laugh as Evelyn shooed her out of the house.

Guadalupe drove Phoebe to the six-star hotel. She took the elevator upstairs and arrived at the door of a presidential suite, where a bodyguard opened the door for her.

Standing at the door was the blond, blue-eyed butler, Terry Campbell. He was dressed in a tailcoat, looked kind, and respectfully welcomed her in, "Ms. Ziegler, please have a seat on the sofa and wait a moment. Mr. Ziegler is freshening up and will be out shortly."

box to Terry and went to sit on

the room's layout, which was similar to most hotel suites: four bedrooms,

exuding opulence. The paintings on the walls

the hallway, and Phoebe looked up to see Harper walking out in a gray shirt and slacks. The man in his fifties was in excellent shape, unlike some wealthy men with protruding bellies. Phoebe

her to sit, "No need to be formal.

Chowder; my mom says it doesn't taste good if

room, where Terry had already taken out the lunch box. Harper pulled out a chair and sat down, looking at the

could smell the familiar aroma of sesame. His Adam's apple bobbed, and he felt a lump

for this taste, dreaming about it often. Now,

and steam hit him. His eyes welled up, and his hand

hadn't touched the spoon for a long time, she nervously asked, "Mr. Ziegler, is the

took a bite. It was the taste he remembered. After savoring it, his throat tightened, "It's delicious. Your mother is very skilled." Phoebe said, "On behalf of my mom, thank you

his head and ate spoonful after spoonful, as if trying to make up for all the years of

and finished the Clam Chowder in a few bites. He stood up and walked towards the bedroom. "Ms. Ziegler, you can go about your business.

She turned her head towards the

get much sleep last night. He's not feeling his best today. Please understand." "It's okay." Phoebe took the lunch

walked to the bedroom door, knocked, and waited

Ms.

the view outside. He said wistfully, "I

was about to turn and leave when Harper suddenly said, "Call Milton and ask him to

sir." Terry left to

hotel and got into the car, still feeling that Harper's behavior was

in thought, her phone suddenly vibrated with

opened WhatsApp to check