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

her down with an overwhelming force, finding her defiance only irritated, as he

sight of Mrs. Ziegler in the doorway. She looked at her with eyes full of desperate hope

She didn't want this!

Theodore sought to disgrace her or punish her, she wanted nothing to

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

she also wished for a quick reconciliation. There was an old saying, "Married couples reconcile at the end

and bear a child, she could cement her place in

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

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

streamed down her

could provide some benefit, even if it meant turning a blind eye to Theodore's torment. Theodore got out of bed and bent

Phoebe, motionless on the bed, a

dressed, I'll take