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

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

can’t believe this child… How

The room was dim, with the lights off and curtains drawn, enveloping it in complete darkness. Eric reached for the switch on the wall, illuminating the room. To his surprise, the entire study remained tidy, devoid of any signs of

on the person curled up on the couch, the bandage on the back of her hand soaked with blood,

resembled a lifeless

deep-set eyes penetrating as he looked

gaze. However, in

man seized her, his rough palm gripping her

lost! Don’t touch

her complexion appeared worn out, carrying a hint of

backpack. Stepping into the hall, she efficiently arranged

positioning

way.

She’ll forget

down completely before talking to me again. Second, I can take you back to school,

of Vera! I have nothing to say to

out to turn the doorknob.

hand shot out, forcefully shutting it. The neighbor across, who was about to step out, was startled

forcefully pinning her against the wall. His

they could tear through her. Eileen could feel the restrained fury

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 this supposed to mean? Are you showing concern or pity? I’ll say

sensation against her lips. His kiss was dominant, his tongue sweeping past every inch of her mouth like a

her passionately and vigorously, as

for breath. The kiss persisted until she bit down hard on his

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

scent was like

what is this? Is he kissing me out of anger? Why

with what she said? Every word she said was true, without a shred of falsehood or

well aware of the fact that she was averse to

the same time, he also knew what

did were beyond his expectations, yet he couldn’t seem to control himself and still crossed

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