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 struggle becoming frenzied, "Theodore, you jerk, let me

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

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

She didn't want this!

to disgrace her or punish her, she wanted nothing to

for a word of intervention. If only her mother spoke up, Theodore, shameless as he was,

reconciliation. There was an old saying, "Married couples reconcile at the end of the day," and "she could feel

and bear a child,

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

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

down

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

his anger subsided, reason returned, and he glanced at Phoebe, motionless on

dressed, I'll