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.

expected Theodore to humiliate her like this, her struggle becoming frenzied, "Theodore,

force, finding her defiance only irritated, as he stuffed the torn-off tie

caught sight of Mrs. Ziegler in the doorway. She looked at her with eyes

She didn't want this!

disgrace her or punish her, she wanted

mother with pleading eyes, hoping for a word of intervention. If only her mother spoke up, Theodore, shameless as he

saying, "Married couples reconcile at the end of the day," and "she could feel the emotional distance between them

could just endure and bear a child, she could cement her

steeled her resolve, ignoring the painful plea in Phoebe's eyes, and tiptoed out of

widened as the door slowly closed, leaving not even a sliver

streamed down

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

subsided, reason returned, and he glanced at Phoebe, motionless

his throat, "Get dressed, I'll