Chapter 952 Feeling Neglected
Phoebe gave him a quick kiss. "Yeah, it's a little secret between Theodore and me. Can you keep it for us, Boris?"
Boris nodded and snuggled into Phoebe's arms. "Sure, it's our little secret, Mom."
Phoebe stroked his head and held him closer. "Get some sleep now. Once you're out, I gotta head to work."
Boris lay against her chest. "Mom, don't work too hard."
Phoebe smiled softly. "I won't. With you guys around, I'm always happy."
Before long, Boris fell asleep in Phoebe's arms.
Phoebe glanced at Hubert, Boris, and Noomi, recalling what Boris had said earlier. Her eyes darkened.
Why did Theodore pull out Hubert's hair?
Could it be that he found Hubert, Boris, and Noomi's biological father?
But even if he did, he should have talked to her first.
How could he just pull out Hubert's hair for a DNA test without telling her?
If the test results showed that the man was indeed their biological father, what would Theodore do?
Would he hide it from her and give Hubert, Boris, and Noomi away?
Phoebe admitted that her thoughts were getting more extreme, but she couldn't stop herself from overthinking.
Several times, she picked up her phone, opened her WhatsApp chat with Theodore, and typed out long messages to question him, only to delete them in the end.
Things were unclear, and she didn't know why Theodore took Hubert's hair.
Their relationship had just started to get closer, and she didn't want to ruin it over a misunderstanding.
Just as she was about to put her phone down, a question mark appeared in the chat, showing that Theodore had sent it a second ago.
Phoebe was startled, then quickly sent back two question marks.
Soon, Theodore replied: [I saw you typing for a while. Do you have something to say to me? Is it that difficult?]
Phoebe bit her lip. She did have a lot to say, but not through a cold chat box.
At least face-to-face, she could gauge his attitude.
Phoebe quickly typed a message and sent it: [ Nothing much, just wanted to ask if your back is still hurting?]
Theodore: [So concerned about my back?]
Phoebe could almost hear his voice and see his expression as he typed that.
Mia: [Glad you're okay. I'm off to work.]
Theodore: [Alright!]
Phoebe placed her phone face down on the cushion.
Boris was sound asleep in her arms when Evelyn peeked in from the doorway. "I was wondering where you were. Turns out you're here."
"Mom, can you take Boris for me? I can't get up," Phoebe said.
Evelyn walked in, took Boris from her arms, and placed him next to Hubert, covering them with a small blanket.
"Why let them sleep here?" Evelyn asked.
"They were tired from playing. It's fine, the game room has heating, and the mats are thick. They won't get cold," Phoebe explained.
Evelyn glanced at the clock on the wall. "Aren't you supposed to be at work? You've been leaving early and coming back late. Take care of yourself. I'll make some soup to nourish you. You look so pale lately. Don't overwork yourself."
"I know," Phoebe said, heading towards the door.
Evelyn followed her, giving her a gentle lecture. "We don't need the money, you know. Donovan's got his company, your dad's got his, and the Reynolds Group is doing great. You don't have to push yourself so hard."
Phoebe turned and suddenly hugged Evelyn. "Mom, I know you care about me, but I'm working hard not just for money, but to achieve my goals and dreams."
Evelyn, hearing this, patted her back. "Alright. Go chase your dreams. I'll make some venison soup tonight to boost your health."
Phoebe nodded. "Got it."
Evelyn waited a few minutes, but Phoebe didn't let go. She patted her back again. "What's up with you today? Something on your mind?"
Phoebe shook her head. "No, I just wanted to hug you. Mom, I love you!"
Evelyn was taken aback by her words. "What's with the sudden mushiness? Speak properly."
Phoebe pouted. "Hubert, Boris, and Noomi say that to you all the time, and you don't find it mushy. I'm off."
She turned and waved her hand casually.
Evelyn watched her disappear, shaking her head.
Phoebe must be feeling neglected because she had been spending more time with Donovan lately.
No matter how mature and sensible she was outside, at home, she was just a big kid craving love.
Phoebe returned to the office, pushing her worries aside, and asked Lori to call a meeting in Conference Room 1 with the planning department.
The company needed to set its future direction, and it wasn't something Phoebe could decide alone. It required discussion.
They had long planned to diversify their investments but had been hesitant to take the first step.
During the meeting, the conservatives and the progressives clashed, each side holding firm to their beliefs, giving Phoebe a headache.
She tapped the table to quiet everyone. "Recently, I attended Jett's birthday party. He's planning a new movie, and the script is being refined. I intend to invest."
"Ms. Ziegler, while Jett's movies are usually box office hits, isn't it too risky to invest our funds now?" the conservative side spoke up.
The company had never produced a film before, so caution was necessary.
"What's risky? You just said Jett's movies are guaranteed hits. Investing is like picking up money behind him. Ms. Ziegler, I think it's a good plan," the progressive side retorted.
Seeing the argument about to start again, Phoebe said, "I'm just suggesting it. Whether this project gets approved depends on the market research and proposal from the planning department."
After the meeting, it was already dark outside, showing how long it had lasted.
Phoebe rubbed her sore neck and saw Lori hurrying over.
"Ms. Ziegler, Mr. Reynolds is here. He's been waiting for almost an hour to pick you up."
Phoebe was surprised. She hadn't expected Theodore to come. "Is he in my office?"
"Yes, you should go," Lori said, giving her a gentle push with a mischievous smile.
Phoebe glared at her playfully and opened the office door.
As she turned, she was greeted by a bouquet of red roses, their fragrance filling the room.
Behind the roses was Theodore's handsome face, smiling warmly at her, his eyes full of love.
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