Forbidden Passion

Chapter 18 Chickens and Eggs
On her way back home, Phoebe received a call from Mrs. Reynolds.
"Are you home? I'll be coming over in a bit to bring you some local specialties from a friend and let Auntie cook something
nourishing for both of you," Mrs. Reynolds said over the phone.
Before Phoebe had a chance to refuse, Mrs. Reynolds hung up. She was always busy and rarely considered other people's
feelings. Since she had said she was coming, Phoebe hurried home. When she arrived at the apartment building, Mr. Mrs.
Reynolds was already waiting there.
"Has the access code to your house changed again?" Mrs. Reynolds, dressed in a wine-red dress and high heels, looked
imposing.
Phoebe quickly pressed the code. "It was changed by Mr. Reynolds himself."
Speaking of changing the code, Phoebe felt quite embarrassed.
There was a time when the cleaning lady forgot her phone and came back to retrieve it, only to catch them together. This
incident caused Theodore to have a serious psychological shadow.
He not only fired the cleaning lady but also changed the code, not allowing strangers to freely enter their home.
At times, compared to his casual behavior with her, he was a man who highly valued his privacy.
"Do you always call Theodore Mr. Reynolds?" Mrs. Reynolds had never heard her call him that before, and she found it quite

interesting.
Phoebe: "..."
The door beeped, and Phoebe quickly let Mrs. Reynolds in, then moved the pile of boxes at the door inside. The boxes were
quite heavy, and she placed them on the shoe cabinet, then brought a pair of slippers for Mrs. Reynolds. "The boxes are so
heavy, Mom, did you bring us something good?" Phoebe asked.
"It's nothing rare, just some free-range chickens raised by my friend's relatives and some eggs."

Mrs. Reynolds changed into the slippers and walked inside. Her eyes swept over the orange paper bag Phoebe was holding and
she said, "Did you go shopping today?"
"Yes," Phoebe had originally planned to give it to Mrs. Reynolds on the day before her birthday, but considering that her birthday
was only a few days away, she handed the paper bag to Mrs. Reynolds. "Mom, this is the birthday gift I bought for you. Please
have a look and see if you like it."
Mrs. Reynolds often went shopping at Hermès, and from the size of the paper bag, she knew what was inside. She eagerly took
it and couldn't wait to unpack it.
"It's a gift from my daughter-in-law, no matter what it is, I will be happy." Mrs. Reynolds opened the box and took out a shiny
platinum bag. She smiled so much that her mouth almost reached her ears.
"Phoebe, you are so thoughtful. I heard that this bag is not easy to buy, only a few were produced worldwide." Mrs. Reynolds
truly loved bags. She held it in her hands and looked left and right, completely infatuated. Phoebe saw how much she liked it,
and the burden on her heart finally lifted. "I'm glad you like it."

"I love it!, I really love it." Mrs. Reynolds said. "Phoebe, quickly take a few pictures of me, I want to show off on my social media."
Phoebe took out her phone and snapped a few pictures for her. Mrs. Reynolds sat beside her and they looked at the photos
together. As soon as she saw the photos, she was stunned. "Phoebe, have you studied photography?" Chapter 19 Chapter 19
Mrs. Reynolds' birthday had arrived in the blink of an eye, and her birthday banquet was held at the ReynoldsSheng Mansion as
it was every year. They had hired the top chef team in the country to prepare a sumptuous feast. Chapter 5: Unexpected
Encounter
Recently, Phoebe had been feeling down and couldn't seem to muster any enthusiasm. During breakfast, Mrs. Reynolds noticed
the dark circles under her eyes and furrowed her brow, asking, "Phoebe, did you not sleep well last night?"
On this particular day, everyone was present, all eyes fixed on her. Phoebe felt extremely awkward and blurted out, "I'm fine, I
must have just slept in a bad position."
"Next time, look for your big brother," Christopher gestured towards Theodore, "He knows massage therapy. Let him give you a
stretch."
"You know massage therapy?" Phoebe looked at Theodore in amazement.

"I know a little," Theodore put down his chopsticks, his gaze complex. "Let me take a look later."
Phoebe gawked at him in amazement. The man was full of surprises.: "..."
She never expected Theodore to actually have learned massage therapy. As the CEO of a multinational corporation with
countless responsibilities, why would he bother learning such a skill? Phoebe was genuinely curious. After finishing breakfast,
Phoebe and Theodore went back to their room.
In the bedroom on the third floor, Phoebe sat nervously on the couch. She watched as Theodore took off his suit jacket and
draped it over the back of the couch. He unfastened his cufflinks, rolled up his sleeves, revealing his strong forearms. Phoebe
nervously licked her lips and saw him walking towards her. Her heart raced, as she had only casually made up the story earlier.
Now, she was hesitant and unsure of how to proceed. "When did you learn massage therapy?" "When you were pregnant,"
Theodore said.