Forbidden Passion

Chapter 32 The Towel

My goodness, her daughter had hit her son-in-law. Was this something a mother-in-law was meant to witness?

Theodore glared at Phoebe. If looks could kill, she would be riddled with holes right now.

She was almost scared into a stupor.

She had slapped Theodore!

"You dare to hit me?" His handsome face darkened with stormy anger. His eyes darkened with a stormy rage. He gripped Phoebe's wrists above her head, his fierce eyes looking like he wanted to tear her apart. "I'll kill you!"

Mrs. Ziegler's heart leaped with fear. She was about to rush in when she saw the furious man tear Phoebe's clothes.

Her steps halted.

humiliate her like this, her

force, finding her defiance

sight of Mrs. Ziegler in the doorway. She looked at

She didn't want this!

to disgrace her or punish her, she

hoping for a word of intervention. If only her mother spoke up, Theodore, shameless

she also wished for a quick reconciliation. There was an old saying, "Married couples reconcile at the end of the day," and "she could feel the emotional distance

endure and bear a child, she could cement her

in Phoebe's

as the door slowly closed, leaving not even a sliver of space. Her heart felt like

streamed down her

as she could provide some benefit, even if it meant turning a blind eye to Theodore's torment. Theodore got out of bed and bent down to pick up his

reason returned, and he glanced at Phoebe, motionless

cleared his throat, "Get dressed, I'll take