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.

to humiliate her like this, her struggle becoming frenzied, "Theodore, you jerk, let me

overwhelming force, finding her defiance

Phoebe's face when she caught sight of Mrs. Ziegler in the doorway.

She didn't want this!

to disgrace her or punish her, she

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

reconciliation. There was an old saying, "Married couples reconcile at the end of the day," and "she could feel the

bear a child, she could cement

these thoughts, Mrs. Ziegler steeled her resolve, ignoring the painful plea in Phoebe's eyes, and tiptoed out of the room, thoughtfully closing the

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

down her

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 and put it

Phoebe, motionless on the bed, a flicker of regret passing through

throat, "Get dressed, I'll