Forbidden Passion
Chapter 661 My Dad Went on a World Tour

Hubert blinked, giving Theodore a curious look. He didn't really get the whole "handsome" thing yet, but he thought Theodore looked pretty cool. "Hey, mister, you waiting for someone?" Hubert asked.

Theodore was a bit surprised. This kid couldn't be more than two, but he spoke so clearly. It reminded Theodore of Noomi, a kid he met at the hospital not too long ago. "Yeah, I'm waiting for someone," Theodore replied.

Today, Jack was driving. He probably had a bad lunch and needed a bathroom break. When they passed Golden Apartment, Jack asked if he could stop. Theodore said sure, and Jack quickly parked and dashed inside to use the security guard's restroom.

Hubert started chatting away, "Waiting is so boring. I always wait for my mom to get off work, and sometimes I fall asleep before she gets home." Theodore had never really talked to a kid before, but he didn't mind. Hubert wasn't annoying at all. "Your mom must be really busy at work," he said. "Yeah, she works hard to support us," Hubert said, sounding way older than he looked, his little face all scrunched up.

"What about your dad?" Theodore asked without thinking.

Hubert sighed, "Mom says Dad didn't want to stay home, so he went on a world tour."

Theodore was stunned for a second. What kind of dad would leave such a cute kid to travel the world? Clearly, he was just being irresponsible! Theodore kept his thoughts to himself and said, "Your mom must be pretty amazing then."

Hubert didn't really get what "amazing" meant, but he was eyeing the car. It was big and shiny, and he looked a bit jealous.

"Your car is so big, mister. My mom has a car too," Hubert said, his eyes practically begging to get inside.

"Want to sit in it?" Theodore offered.

Hubert's eyes lit up, and he rubbed his little hands together. "Can I?"

Just then, Pamela rushed over and tried to pull Hubert away. She eyed Theodore suspiciously, "Hubert, you can't just get into a stranger's car." Hubert looked a bit disappointed but said politely, "We're not friends yet, so I can't sit in your car."

Theodore found Hubert really interesting and well-behaved. He smiled, "Next time we meet, we'll be friends."

Hubert grinned, showing off his neat little teeth. "Okay, I like you as my friend."

Jack came back from the restroom and saw Theodore chatting with Hubert through the window. He couldn't help but be curious about the kid. Under the streetlights, Hubert's eyebrows were very dashing, and his chubby cheeks made him look very endearing.

Jack felt like he'd seen the kid before.

He took another look and saw Pamela holding Hubert, stepping back cautiously like she was afraid they'd take him away.

"Hubert, we gotta go. Your grandma called," Pamela said, turning to leave with Hubert in her arms.

Hubert waved his chubby hand at Theodore, "Bye-bye."

Theodore watched as Pamela carried Hubert away until they disappeared into a store. Only then did he look away.

Jack had already hopped back into the car and fired up the engine. "Mr. Reynolds, who was that kid?"

"No idea," Theodore replied casually, leaning back and closing his eyes. The streetlight cast shadows that highlighted his sharp features. Jack glanced in the rearview mirror and merged into traffic.

After a bit, Theodore suddenly opened his eyes. "Jack, did that woman holding the kid seem familiar to you?"

Jack shook his head, looking puzzled. "No, but the kid did look kinda familiar."

Theodore's lips pressed into a thin line. He closed his eyes again, sifting through his memories until he hit on something about Pamela.

That day at Eternal Love Hospital, a kid had bumped into him, and Pamela had been right behind.

So, the little boy named Hubert and Noomi from that day were two of the triplets. And they lived in Golden Apartment.

What a small world!

Pamela carried Hubert into the maternity and baby store. Suddenly, she remembered why Theodore in the car had looked familiar. Edward had shown her a photo of Theodore, saying that if he ever showed up, she should let him know right away.

"Pamela, what are you looking at?" Hubert noticed Pamela staring outside and craned his neck to see. All he saw were busy pedestrians.

Pamela quickly looked away, a bit flustered. "Nothing, Hubert. Let's go buy diapers."

Evelyn had been waiting in the complex for a while and finally saw Pamela coming back with Hubert in one hand and a pack of diapers in the other. She sighed in relief.

Evelyn reached out to take Hubert and asked, "Why did it take so long?"

"We ran into someone we know and chatted for a bit," Pamela said evasively, feeling a bit guilty. "It's getting late. Let's head home."

Evelyn put Hubert in the stroller, then went to the slide to gather Boris and Noomi, and loaded them all into the stroller, pushing Hubert, Boris, and Noomi home. Boris and Noomi were sweaty and red-faced from playing. They collapsed in the stroller, panting, while Hubert leaned on the middle divider, watching them.

Back home, Evelyn took Hubert and Boris to the bathroom for a bath, while Pamela was in charge of bathing Noomi.

Just as they finished bathing the three little ones, Phoebe came back with a fancy takeout box filled with steaming snacks.

Hubert, Boris, and Noomi, now in their pajamas, rushed over. Hubert led the charge but tripped over his chubby legs. Boris and Noomi couldn't stop in time and fell into a heap. Surprisingly, no one cried. Hubert scrambled to his feet, his excitement for food undiminished.

Phoebe opened the box and set it on the coffee table.

The delicious aroma of the cakes filled the room. Hubert grabbed one in each hand and quickly found a spot to enjoy his treats.

Boris wasn't into sweets. He glanced at the cakes without much interest but, seeing Hubert munching happily, slowly picked one up and took a bite.

The overly sweet taste made Boris frown.

Phoebe had said wasting food was bad, so Boris forced himself to swallow it. He took the remaining half and ran to Evelyn.

"Grandma, eat!" Boris said, standing on tiptoe to offer the half-eaten cake to Evelyn, who accepted it with a warm smile.