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.

like this, her struggle becoming frenzied,

down with an overwhelming force, finding her defiance only

in the doorway. She looked at her with eyes full

She didn't want this!

disgrace her or punish her, she wanted nothing to do with

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

the end of the day," and "she could feel the emotional distance between them growing, especially with Vanessa's

could just endure and bear a child,

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

door slowly closed, leaving not even a sliver of

down her

it meant turning a blind eye to Theodore's torment. Theodore got out of bed and bent down to pick

reason returned, and he glanced at Phoebe, motionless on the bed, a

"Get dressed, I'll