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."

to Terry and went to

similar to most hotel suites: four bedrooms, two living rooms,

opulence. The paintings on the

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

to

mom says it doesn't taste good if it sits too

where Terry had already taken out the lunch box. Harper pulled

aroma of sesame. His Adam's apple

had longed for this taste, dreaming about it often.

opened the lid, and the aroma and steam hit him. His eyes welled up, and

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

taste he remembered. After savoring it, his throat tightened, "It's delicious. Your mother is very skilled." Phoebe said, "On behalf of

ate spoonful after spoonful, as if trying to make up for all the years of longing. As he ate,

bites. He stood up and walked towards the bedroom. "Ms. Ziegler, you can go about your business. I'm taking the day

figure disappear down the hallway. She turned her head towards the dining room,

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

to the bedroom door, knocked, and waited

Ms. Ziegler has

stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the view outside. He said wistfully, "I know.

and leave when Harper suddenly said, "Call Milton and ask him to come over. There's somewhere I want him to accompany

left to call

got into the car, still feeling that Harper's behavior was odd today, especially after eating Evelyn's

in thought, her phone

opened WhatsApp to check the new