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

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

glance toward the study. I can’t believe this child… How can she lose her temper at

throughout the morning, enduring the confinement until three in the afternoon. Finally, the door to the study was opened. 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

the couch, the bandage on the back

a lifeless

approached, his deep-set eyes penetrating as he looked down at her. “Have you

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

her, his rough palm gripping her wrist. Instinctively, Eileen

lost! Don’t touch me!”

red, as though she had been crying, and her complexion appeared worn out, carrying a hint of sickly

Stepping into the hall, she efficiently arranged the books in her bag, slinging it over her shoulder, readying

of the study, positioning

way.

can’t spoil her. She’ll forget who’s in charge.

stated, “Now, you have two choices. 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,

focus on taking care of Vera! I have nothing to say

past him, her hand reaching out to turn the doorknob. As she opened the

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

her against the

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

And now you’re playing

her lips. His kiss was dominant,

as if he had

against the wall as she gasped for breath. The kiss persisted until she bit down hard on his lips. The man winced in pain, and they both tasted the

bit down on her soft lip, enduring the pain. Eileen struggled hard in

was like poison,

this? Is he kissing me out of anger?

idea where his anger came from. Is there anything wrong with what she said? Every word she

averse to him and

time, he also knew what he was

expectations, yet he couldn’t seem to control himself

trying to prevent herself from falling. Her long, dark eyelashes