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.

expected Theodore to humiliate her like this, her struggle becoming frenzied, "Theodore, you

her defiance only irritated, as he stuffed

the doorway. She

She didn't want this!

disgrace her or punish her, she

hoping for a word of intervention. If only her mother spoke up, Theodore, shameless as he was, wouldn't dare

was an old saying, "Married couples reconcile at the end of the day," and "she could feel the emotional distance between them growing, especially with Vanessa's return, threatening the stability of their

just endure and bear a child, she could

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

slowly closed, leaving not even a sliver of space. Her heart felt like it was being

down

a priority, as long as she could provide some 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

reason returned, and he glanced at Phoebe, motionless

his throat, "Get dressed,