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 struggle becoming frenzied, "Theodore, you jerk, let me

her defiance only

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

She didn't want this!

or punish her, she wanted nothing

word of intervention. If only her mother spoke up, Theodore, shameless as he was, wouldn't dare to

her daughter, but 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 between

just endure and bear a child,

these thoughts, Mrs. Ziegler steeled her resolve, ignoring the painful plea in Phoebe's

the door slowly closed, leaving not even a sliver of space. Her heart felt like it was being torn in

streamed down

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 shirt

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

his throat, "Get dressed, I'll take you back