Forbidden Passion
Chapter 692 Is It Your Child

As Theodore got closer, the gap between them shrank, and Phoebe's mind went totally blank. His eyes drifted past her nose and settled on her rosy lips. Phoebe got the hint.

Just as Theodore was about to kiss her, Phoebe gently turned her head, dodging his lips. The air got thick and awkward.

Theodore froze, looking down at Phoebe, his heart aching. Back in the day, he would've grabbed her chin and made her face him for a kiss. But now, that kind of move felt way too pushy. Theodore pulled back smoothly and said softly, "You're glowing tonight, it's hard to look away."

Phoebe's ears got warm. She'd never heard Theodore compliment her like that before, and it threw her off. She looked at him, trying to figure out if this was the same Theodore she knew. Theodore raised an eyebrow and smiled gently, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Phoebe looked away, then back at him, saying, "I just didn't know you could say such nice things."

That comment seemed to stir up some old, not-so-great memories. They exchanged a look, and Phoebe turned her head to stare out the window.

The car went quiet.

Jack, sitting up front, heard their chat and felt anxious for them. The vibe was so good; couldn't Theodore just say something sweet?

Half an hour later, the car pulled up outside Lakeview Estates. The place was nice, with a big artificial lake, bike and walking paths, rows of townhouses, and modern apartments further out. Outside cars weren't allowed in the villa area, so Jack had to stop outside. Seeing that Theodore and Phoebe seemed to have more to say, he made an excuse to step out and wait.

Phoebe knew Theodore would eventually find out where she lived, so when she saw Jack driving towards Lakeview Estates, she didn't stop him.

"Mr. Reynolds, thanks for the ride. Goodbye." Phoebe leaned over to unbuckle her seatbelt. Just as she reached for the door, Theodore's voice came from behind. "Aren't you going to invite me in?" Phoebe clenched her fist, turned to look at him. The car's interior light was dim, and most of Theodore's face was hidden in the shadows, but his strong presence was everywhere. She said, "My mom's home, it's not convenient."

Theodore's eyes narrowed. Just as he was about to say something, someone knocked on the window, and they both let out a breath of relief.

Phoebe rolled down the window and saw Cindy standing outside.

Cindy was holding Boris, who had fallen asleep on her shoulder. If it weren't for that, Cindy wouldn't have dared to knock.

"I thought this car looked familiar. Didn't expect it to be Mr. Reynolds' car." Cindy said with a faint smile, "Thanks for bringing Phoebe back, Mr. Reynolds."

Theodore squinted at her, saying, "No problem, it was on the way."

"Oh, one from the east and one from the west, quite on the way indeed," Cindy bluntly called out Theodore's excuse.

When Phoebe saw Boris asleep in Cindy's arms, her heart skipped a beat. She quickly got out of the car and shot Cindy a look that screamed, "Why'd you bring Boris here in front of Theodore?" This was going to give her a heart attack.

Cindy gave Phoebe a reassuring look and said to Theodore, "Thanks, Mr. Reynolds. We'll be going now."

"Wait." Theodore's eyes were glued to Boris on Cindy's shoulder, but he could only see half of his chubby face.

Theodore felt something weird in his chest, but he couldn't put his finger on it. It was just odd that Cindy suddenly had a kid.

Could that be Patrick's kid?

What he said almost made Phoebe's heart stop. She gripped her skirt tightly, turned sideways, and looked at Theodore warily, afraid he'd figure something out.

But Theodore kept staring at Boris, making Phoebe's heart race, her fists clenched so tight her nails dug into her palms.

Cindy turned around calmly, "Mr. Reynolds, is there something else?"

The wind by the lake blew past, and the three of them had different expressions. Phoebe was on the verge of a meltdown when she finally heard Theodore speak, "Is this Patrick's kid?" "What?" Cindy almost dropped Boris. Phoebe quickly reached out to steady her, saying, "Cindy, be careful."

Theodore stared at them intently, then quickly looked at Boris's face again, "Isn't it?"

"Of course not." Cindy's face turned red, and Phoebe discreetly grabbed her wrist. She said, "This is my neighbor's kid. I just brought him out to play." Theodore frowned, his eyes full of suspicion.

Cindy felt offended by Theodore's gaze and sneered, "Did you really think I'd be noble enough to have his kid? Do I look that stupid?"

Phoebe was speechless for a moment.

She suspected Cindy was implying something about her, and she had a point!

Whether Theodore believed it or not, he didn't push further. Watching the black Maybach drive away, Phoebe broke out in a cold sweat. "Cindy, why'd you bring Boris in front of Theodore? If he finds out about Hubert, Boris, and Noomi, I'm toast."

Cindy innocently said, "I walked around the car twice with Boris and didn't see you come out. I was afraid he'd try something, so I came to the rescue." Phoebe rubbed her forehead and said, "If I don't want to, what else could he do?"

"That's not certain. You're so beautiful today; it's not impossible for him to have impure thoughts," seeing Phoebe's face turn pale with fear, Cindy quickly added, "Don't worry, he won't suspect you." After all, Phoebe had been told by doctors that it was almost impossible for her to get pregnant unless there was a medical miracle. With that in mind, Theodore wouldn't suspect Phoebe. Cindy was right; Theodore didn't suspect Boris was Phoebe's kid, but he did suspect the child was Cindy and Patrick's.

So, not long after the car drove away, Theodore called Patrick. Patrick had just finished filming and was playing games in the dressing room.

When the call came in, Patrick answered.

"Theodore, what made you think of calling me? I thought you were busy chasing Phoebe and didn't have time for me." Patrick's lips curled with a hint of teasing.

The lights outside the car window flashed by, and Theodore's expression was cold and deep, "I just sent Phoebe home and saw Cindy holding a kid about two years old. Is that your kid?" Patrick's smile froze for a moment, "No, what do you mean by that? Are you saying she secretly had a kid for me?"