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

her defiance only irritated, as he stuffed the torn-off tie into her

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

She didn't want this!

her, she wanted nothing to

looked at her mother with pleading eyes, hoping for a word of intervention. If only her mother spoke

There was an old saying, "Married couples reconcile at the end of the day," and "she could feel the emotional distance between them growing, especially

endure and bear a child, she could cement her

Phoebe's eyes, and tiptoed out of the room, thoughtfully closing the door

a sliver of space. Her heart felt like it was being torn

streamed down

some benefit, even if it meant turning a blind

he glanced at Phoebe, motionless on the bed, a flicker of regret passing

"Get dressed,