Forbidden Passion -
Chapter 624 The Daily Lives of Hubert, Boris, and Noomi
Theodore took a swig of his vodka, his face like stone. Usually, it went down smooth, but tonight it tasted like watered-down garbage, leaving a nasty aftertaste.
He shoved the glass back on the coffee table. "Dude, you gotta switch up your bar's supplier. This stuff's getting worse."
Patrick took a couple of sips and shrugged. "Tastes the same to me. You heading out already?"
Theodore stood up, grabbing his suit jacket from the back of the sofa. "Yeah, I'm out."
Patrick quickly got up, eyeing him closely. "I know you've banned anyone from mentioning Phoebe for the past two years, but now that she's back, don't you feel even a little..." "Patrick." Theodore cut him off coldly, his eyes flashing a warning.
Patrick licked his lips. "Alright, alright. I won't bring it up. You've been drinking; don't drive. Let the driver get you."
Theodore gave a nod, expressionless, grabbed his jacket, and left.
Outside the bar, the music was blasting, and the stage was a mess. Theodore strolled out like he had all the time in the world. The hot summer wind hit him, making him feel even more on edge.
A black Maybach rolled up in front of him. Jack hopped out and opened the back door. Once Theodore was in, Jack shut the door and got back behind the wheel.
The radio was on in the car.
"Phoebe Ziegler, the founder of Superstar Entertainment, has recently returned to Kedora, making a high-profile appearance at the SR boy band's farewell concert. From the photos sent back from the scene, we can see that Ms. Ziegler has undergone a complete transformation compared to three years ago. She seems more at ease in front of the camera than ever before."
"Jack, turn it off!" Theodore's icy command came from the back.
Jack jumped and quickly turned off the radio. "Mr. Reynolds, are we heading back to the estate or the office?"
"The office."
Jack instinctively made a U-turn and headed towards the Reynolds Group. The black Maybach sped through the night streets. At a red light, the car slowed to a stop.
On the LED screen of a nearby mall, highlights of the SR boy band's farewell concert were playing. The screen switched to a shot of Noah and Phoebe.
On the giant LED screen, Phoebe was rocking a black silk gown, her makeup on point, and she popped into Theodore's view without warning.
Theodore's fingers, resting on his knees, curled up. He stared hard at the LED screen, tracing Phoebe's features with his eyes.
Jack saw Phoebe on the screen too. He glanced at the rearview mirror. In the mirror, Theodore was quietly watching the screen, his jawline tensing up before relaxing. His eyes were filled with deep, dark emotions, like a storm about to break. A horn blaring from behind snapped Jack back to reality. He quickly drove the car across the crosswalk, leaving the LED screen behind.
Phoebe was half-asleep when she felt soft lips kissing her cheeks. Forcing her eyes open, she saw three kids sitting beside her.
Seeing her awake, the three kids pounced on her all at once.
"Mommy, kiss me first. I was the first to wake up." Hubert, taking advantage of his spot, puckered up for a kiss.
Boris, not wanting to be left out, tried to push Hubert aside. "Mommy, kiss me first. I didn't wet the bed last night."
Noomi squeezed in, her chubby fingers pointing at her cheek. "Shame on you, Boris! You're already grown but still wet the bed. I stopped doing that ages ago."
The morning scramble for affection had been a thing since Hubert, Boris, and Noomi could talk. Phoebe kissed each of them on the cheek, not playing favorites. Hubert, Boris, and Noomi beamed. "Good morning, Mommy!"
"Good morning!"
Phoebe wanted to crawl back into bed, but seeing the eager faces of them, she had no choice but to sit up. "Get dressed by yourselves. I'll go make breakfast." "Mommy is the best!" Noomi chirped sweetly.
Phoebe smiled, feeling a warm fuzziness in her heart. With them by her side, no matter how tough things got, it was all worth it.
She got out of bed and headed to the kitchen. Hearing the sound of water, Phoebe walked over and saw Evelyn already busy.
Hearing footsteps, Evelyn looked up. "You're awake. Where are Hubert, Boris, and Noomi?"
"They're in the bedroom getting dressed. What are you making? I'll help." Phoebe washed her hands and stood by as Evelyn brought out the fish.
"Debone the fish. I'm making fish soup for Hubert, Boris, and Noomi. Be careful not to leave any bones in it," Evelyn instructed. Phoebe nodded, put on disposable gloves, and started deboning the fish.
As Evelyn prepared breakfast, she asked Phoebe, "Phoebe, are you really not planning to find Hubert, Boris, and Noomi's father?"
"No need. I can take care of them," Phoebe replied firmly. The incident back then was an accident, and her decision to have the kids had nothing to do with their father.
"But Hubert, Boris, and Noomi will miss out on a father's love. When they grow up, they might resent you," Evelyn said.
Phoebe paused, a fish bone piercing her disposable glove and pricking her finger. She pulled out the bone, removed the glove, and rinsed her hand under the faucet. Evelyn glanced at her hand. "Be careful. You can't even handle deboning fish properly. I don't know how you managed to raise your three kids." Phoebe handed the deboned fish to Evelyn. "Mom, I've never resented you and Dad. I believe the kids I raise won't resent me either."
Evelyn sighed, having brought up the topic many times over the past year. "Fine, as long as you know what you're doing. Just don't regret it later." Phoebe turned to the bottle sterilizer, took out three bottles, and prepared formula for Hubert, Boris, and Noomi. Within minutes, they came running in.
Phoebe handed each of them a bottle. "Thank you, Mommy," they said.
Hubert, Boris, and Noomi, biting on their bottle nipples, toddled away. Their chubby bodies made their arms and legs look short, revealing their plump little arms. They threw the bottles onto the sofa, climbed up, and lay down with the bottles, propping them up with their legs.
Hubert grabbed his blanket, rubbing it against his face, while Boris hugged his small pillow, chubby fingers kneading the stuffing inside. Noomi held onto Phoebe's pajama pants.
These three items had traveled with Hubert, Boris, and Noomi from Canada to Kedora. The bottles could be tossed, but these three items were non-negotiable.
They were their sleep aids, necessary for them to fall asleep at night.
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