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

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

this child… How can she

room was dim, with the lights off and curtains drawn, enveloping

up on the couch, the bandage on the back of her

lifeless doll, unmoving.

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

her 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 breathe.

her wrist. Instinctively, Eileen shook

lost! Don’t touch me!”

though she had been crying, and her complexion appeared worn

collecting several books and stashing them into her backpack. Stepping into the hall, she efficiently arranged the books in her

the study, positioning

way.

can’t spoil her. She’ll forget who’s

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 home by

care of Vera! I have

turn the doorknob. As she opened the door,

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

her shoulders, forcefully pinning her

if they could tear through her. Eileen could

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

against her lips. His kiss was dominant, his tongue sweeping past every inch

as if he

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 metallic sweetness in their

persistently bit down on her soft lip, enduring

was like

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

from. Is there anything wrong with what she said? Every word she said was true, without a shred

was well aware of the fact that she was averse to him

same time, he also knew

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

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