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."

lunch box to Terry and went to

to most hotel suites: four bedrooms, two

luxurious and grand, exuding opulence. The

Phoebe looked up to see Harper walking out in a gray shirt and slacks. The man in

her to sit, "No need to

try the Clam Chowder; my mom says it doesn't taste good if it sits too

walked to the dining room, where Terry had already taken out the lunch box. Harper pulled out a chair and sat down, looking at the lunch box in front of

smell the familiar aroma of sesame. His Adam's

for this taste, dreaming about it often. Now, his wish had finally

hit him. His

a long time, she nervously asked, "Mr. Ziegler, is the

picked up the spoon and 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

spoonful, as if trying to make up for

his eyes 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. I'm taking the day off

stood up and watched Harper's figure disappear down the hallway. She turned her head towards the dining

in the lunch bag and escorted Phoebe to the door, "Ms. Ziegler, Mr. Ziegler didn't get much sleep last night. He's not feeling his best today. Please understand." "It's okay." Phoebe took the lunch bag from Terry, "Please tell

He walked to the bedroom

Ziegler, Ms. Ziegler

the view outside. He said wistfully, "I know. Leave me alone for

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

sir." Terry left to call

still feeling that Harper's

thought, her phone suddenly vibrated

to