Forbidden Passion
Chapter 673 Blocking Theodore

Cindy chuckled. Just as she was about to say something, the rumble of a truck engine caught her attention.

"Hold that thought. I'll go see what's up," she said.

With that, Cindy headed outside.

A truck was parked in front of the villa, and Guadalupe was directing the movers. "Be careful with everything, please."

Cindy, rocking her sunglasses, stood by the iron fence, watching the workers haul boxes into the house.

There weren't too many boxes; the movers wrapped it up in four or five trips. Cindy counted the boxes, paid the movers, and sent them on their way.

Everyone had been hustling all morning. Evelyn whipped up some poached eggs and called out, "Hey, everyone, come grab a bite. You've been at it all morning."

Hearing this, Hubert, Boris, and Noomi, who had been running around all morning, dashed over and climbed onto the dining chairs. Starving from all the running around, they started wolfing it down.

"Slow down, no one's gonna take it from you," Phoebe said, worried they might choke. She used a spoon to break up the eggs and watched them finish before she relaxed.

After the kids finished their eggs, Evelyn headed back to the kitchen to cook more. The fridge was packed with ingredients, and Phoebe went to lend a hand. Cindy and Edward kept an eye on the kids outside. They were busy until around five in the afternoon before they finally got a breather. Edward had to head back to the office after lunch.

Cindy took Hubert, Boris, and Noomi to the master bedroom for a nap, while Phoebe and Evelyn unpacked the boxes and organized the wardrobe.

"This house is huge. It's just us here; it feels kinda weird," Evelyn said, finally taking a break and plopping down on the sofa with a sigh.

Phoebe was busy replying to messages in a group chat and didn't even look up. "When we were at Golden Apartment, you complained it was too cramped for the kids. Now it's too big?" "I'm just saying, no need to call me out," Evelyn said, playfully swatting Phoebe's arm.

Phoebe winced from the slap and accidentally sent a message.

She quickly retracted it and typed again, "I'll handle it at the office tomorrow."

Phoebe put down her phone, stretched, and headed upstairs. "I'll go check if Hubert, Boris, and Noomi are awake. They were wiped out from all the running around." Evelyn replied, "Go ahead, I'll start on dinner soon."

Phoebe moved into the new house quietly and went to check out the local kindergarten the next day. The daycare fee was twenty thousand dollars a month. When Evelyn heard it was twenty thousand a month, she was totally against sending the kids there.

"They're still so little. If they get bullied, they can't even tell us. Let's wait until they're a bit older before sending them to kindergarten," Evelyn said.

Phoebe was at a loss for words. "The daycare teachers are certified professionals. Sending Hubert, Boris, and Noomi there will give them structured learning."

"They're so young, what can they learn? They just eat, sleep, and play. Pamela and I can take care of them. Don't waste the money," Evelyn insisted.

Lately, Evelyn had been watching short videos and saw a lot of news about kindergarten teachers mistreating kids. The thought of the triplet going through that made her heart ache. Phoebe had to give in for now and wait until her kids were a bit older before bringing up the kindergarten idea again.

That night, after she got the kids to sleep, Phoebe leaned against the headboard and checked her phone.

A WhatsApp message popped up.

Theodore: [You still up?]

She had added Theodore on WhatsApp at the hotel that day and hadn't opened his chat since.

She opened the chat and saw Theodore's profile picture of Ollie perched on a cat tree, looking all high and mighty.

She exited the chat without replying.

But Theodore kept sending messages.

Theodore: [Do you go to bed this early?]

Theodore: [Are you ignoring me?]

Theodore: [I can't sleep, Phoebe. I miss you.]

Phoebe's phone kept buzzing. Hubert, Boris, and Noomi, who were knocked out from playing, didn't even stir.

Seeing the last message, Phoebe pursed her lips, deleted the messages, and blocked Theodore. Peace and quiet at last.

Theodore waited for a reply that never came. He picked up the sleeping Ollie, placed his left hand strategically on Ollie's neck, and took a photo to send to Phoebe. But the message wouldn't send. He had been blocked.

Theodore was speechless.

The next day, Phoebe drove to the office. As she took the elevator up and walked out, she noticed something was off about the company's vibe.

As she walked through the open office area, employees pretended to be busy but kept sneaking glances at her. Passing by the glass wall, she checked her reflection.

Everything was fine; her clothes were on right, and she didn't look disheveled.

Phoebe pushed open the door to her office. The office chair was turned away from her. She frowned, wondering why the cleaning staff hadn't turned it around. She walked over briskly, and the chair slowly swiveled around.

Theodore, in a suit, sat in her office chair with a grin. "Good morning, Ms. Ziegler."

Phoebe pressed her lips together and glared at him. "Mr. Reynolds, isn't it a bit rude to show up uninvited?"

Theodore stood up, hearing the reproach in her tone. "I didn't mean to intrude. I just wanted to surprise you."

Phoebe snapped, "More like scare."

Theodore walked around the desk towards her, his attitude sincere. "I'm sorry. Next time, I'll get your permission before coming in. Forgive me this time, okay?" Phoebe shot him a cold glance, put her bag on the desk, and said, "Apology accepted. I have work to do, please leave."

As she walked past Theodore, he suddenly grabbed her wrist. He looked down at her cold profile and said, "I brought breakfast. Can we eat together?" Phoebe pulled her hand back and said indifferently, "I've already eaten. Mr. Reynolds, please help yourself."

Seeing Phoebe's indifferent attitude, Theodore didn't get mad. He leaned against the desk, watching her turn on the computer. Phoebe didn't even look at him. Theodore's eyes shifted, and he said, "My phone seems to have a problem. Can you take a look?"

Phoebe looked up with a stern face, seeing his innocent expression. The sarcasm she was about to utter changed tone. "Let me see."

Theodore immediately handed over his phone, pointing to the WhatsApp chat. "I've been trying to send you messages, but they won't go through. Can you see what's wrong?"