Rebirth of the Wife in Despair by Tess Munoz

Chapter 114 Threaten

Suddenly, a strong force gripped her wrist, causing Eileen to stagger and almost fall.

Eric pulled her towards the study and threw her in, his movements swift and decisive, closing the door and locking it from outside.

Sharon hurried over, questioning, “Mr. Snow, what are you doing?”

Knocks echoed from within the study. “What are you doing? Let me out, Eric, you jerk! What right do you have to lock me up?”

Eric secured the door and withdrew the key, his expression grim. “Without my orders, no one is to bring her food,” he declared.

He then said to Eileen, “You’ll be let out as soon as you’ve realized your mistakes! I’d like to see how you’re going to stop me from interfering in your affairs!”

Vera was awakened by the noise outside. Pressing herself against the back of her room door, she listened intently to the commotion. Are Eric and Eileen quarreling?

When it was seven-thirty, Vera emerged from her room, taking a seat to eat breakfast. The atmosphere in the living room was tense. As she sipped her porridge, she looked up and asked, “Eric, isn’t today a workday? Don’t you have to go to work today?”

Eric, still in his loungewear, was engrossed in the latest financial newspaper, emitting an intense aura. “I’m working from home today. I’ll have Gavin drive you to school in a bit.”

“Oh… okay.”

As Vera left, she cast a glance at the tightly shut door of the study.

Eric has always been gentle-tempered, humble, and polite to others, rarely losing his temper. What exactly happened between him and Eileen?

Sharon was about to say something when she emerged to clear the dishes from the table, but Eric spoke up first. “I’ll be home, Sharon. You can take the day off today.”

Is Mr. Snow determined to keep Eileen locked up for a whole day? This child has never suffered much since she was young. How can she possibly take this?

Trying to reason with Eric on Eileen’s behalf, she began, “Eileen is still young and ignorant-”

However, she was interrupted by Eric.

“Still young? She’s eighteen now. She should have the judgment of an adult.” Eric didn’t say

and standing up with one hand in his pocket. He then returned to

the study. I can’t believe this child… How can she lose her

was opened. The room was dim, with the lights off and curtains drawn,

the back of her

a lifeless

deep-set eyes penetrating as he

Eileen sat up on the couch, attempting to escape his gaze. However, in his presence, she felt as if she was suffocating, unable

the man seized her, his rough palm gripping her wrist. Instinctively, Eileen shook off

lost! Don’t

crying, and her complexion appeared worn out, carrying

stashing them into her backpack. Stepping into the hall, she efficiently arranged the

positioning himself in front of her,

way.

spoil her. She’ll

First, go back to your room and calm down completely before talking to me again. Second, I can take you back to school, but from now on, you must be

I have nothing to say to

turn the doorknob. As she

shutting it. The neighbor across, who was about to step

her shoulders, forcefully pinning her against

as if they could tear through her. Eileen could feel the restrained fury emanating from his

Did I say something wrong? You’ve been drugging me for years, and you even had someone attack me… And now you’re playing the role of an older brother figure. What’s

in suddenly, and she felt a soft sensation against her lips. His kiss was dominant,

passionately and vigorously, as if he had lost his mind.

persisted until she bit down hard on his lips. The man winced in

brief pause, his actions intensified, and he persistently bit down on her soft lip, enduring

like poison, addictively

part of his plan, then what is this? Is he kissing me out of anger? Why is

had no idea where his anger came from. Is there anything wrong with what she said? Every

of the fact that she was averse to him and deliberately distancing herself from

time, he also knew

his expectations, yet he couldn’t seem to control himself and still

time, a wave of dizziness washed over Eileen. She leaned against the wall, trying to prevent herself from falling. Her long, dark eyelashes fluttered, and her expression conveyed innocence yet vulnerability. This delicate appearance, easily influenced, only served