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.

her like this, her struggle

defiance only irritated, as he stuffed

streamed down Phoebe's face when she caught sight of Mrs. Ziegler in the doorway. She looked at her with eyes full of desperate hope

She didn't want this!

sought to disgrace her or punish her, she wanted

her mother spoke up, Theodore, shameless as he

old saying, "Married couples reconcile at the end of the day," and "she could feel

a child, she could cement her place in

ignoring the painful plea in Phoebe's eyes, and tiptoed out of the room, thoughtfully closing

not even a sliver of space. Her heart felt like it

down her

could provide some benefit, even if it meant turning a blind eye

returned, and he glanced at Phoebe, motionless on

cleared his throat, "Get dressed, I'll