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.

this, her struggle becoming frenzied, "Theodore,

overwhelming force, finding her defiance only irritated, as he stuffed the torn-off tie

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

She didn't want this!

punish her, she wanted nothing to

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

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

just endure and bear a child, she could cement her place

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

sliver of space. Her heart felt

streamed down

mother's eyes, her feelings were never a priority, as long as she could provide some benefit, even if it meant turning a blind eye to Theodore's torment. Theodore got

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

cleared his throat, "Get dressed, I'll take