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.

never expected Theodore to humiliate her like this, her

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

sight of Mrs. Ziegler in the doorway. She looked

She didn't want this!

punish her, she wanted nothing to do with him

looked at her mother with pleading eyes, hoping for a word of intervention. If only her mother spoke up, Theodore, shameless as he was, wouldn't dare to overstep

ached for 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

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

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

widened as the door slowly closed, leaving not even a sliver of

down

it meant turning a blind eye to Theodore's torment. Theodore got out of bed and bent down

returned, and he glanced at Phoebe, motionless on the bed, a flicker of

"Get dressed, I'll take