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.

Theodore to humiliate her like this, her

overwhelming force, finding her defiance only irritated, as he

face when she caught sight of Mrs. Ziegler in the doorway. She looked at her with eyes

She didn't want this!

her, she wanted

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

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

a child, she could cement her place in the

painful plea in Phoebe's eyes, and

eyes widened as the door slowly closed, leaving not even a sliver of space. Her

streamed down

turning a blind eye to Theodore's torment. Theodore got out of bed and

glanced at Phoebe, motionless on the

dressed, I'll take you back