Rebirth of the Wife in Despair by Tess Munoz

Chapter 150 Not Your Housekeeper

It took an hour to serve the noodles to Sharon.

Eric entered the room from outside and looked at the person shivering on the bed. Her school uniform was wrinkled and disheveled. In moment of forgetfulness, a button had been torn off and was nowhere to be found.

Tears streaked her face, making her look utterly pitiful.

Upon seeing him, Eileen casually grabbed a pillow and threw it at him. “Eric, you’re nothing but a beast!”

Eric grabbed the pillow and retorted, “Don’t you like me that way?”

“I don’t like you anymore, Eric! I don’t like you anymore!” Eileen cried out in a roar.

“Whether you like it or not, it’s not up to you to decide. Don’t think that just because you’ve gone to the Smith residence, I can’t do anything to you!” Eric walked up to her, reaching out to brush aside the strands of hair stuck together by tears. “The Smith residence? Do you really think you can stay there forever? Eileen, don’t forget your surname!”

Eileen forcefully slapped his hand away. The faint red marks on her neck, all left by him, were barely visible.

“Eric, you’ll get what’s coming to you!”

A glint of somber danger flashed in the man’s eyes, causing his heart to suddenly sink. Those stubborn eyes only served to further unsettle his mind. Her words seem to be reminding me of something. Does she already know? Impossible. If she really knew, she would only distance herself further from me. Let those matters be buried in the abyss forever, never to see the light of day again. She is just herself, and I’m merely the adopted son of the Swan family. If I can’t let her go, it’s better to keep her by my side forever. I’ll be her protector, and she’ll have to rely on me for the rest of her life.

“If I were to descend into hell, I would surely take you with me, Eileen. For the sake of love, you would even sacrifice your life, wouldn’t you? His words, like a spell, bewitched her. “As long as you behave yourself, Eileen, I’ll also care for you.”

Eileen retorted, “I don’t need your affection. You’re despicable!”

She struggled to her feet, ready to leave.

Before her feet could even touch the ground, Eric swiftly grabbed her by the collar, spinning around to hold her captive in his embrace.

“Eric, let go of me! Don’t touch me!”

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ceiling facing the bed. “Don’t forget whose room this is! Don’t you remember what we just did? You wouldn’t want others to know that a high school student who has recently grown into an adult is shamelessly seducing

heart. “No! No! It was you who dragged me into the room. I didn’t want

Eileen, not only my foster father, but everyone in the mansion knows how many tactics you’ve used to force me to marry you in

face buried in the crook of her neck,

with rage. “You b*stard!”

to advice? Isn’t it better to stay at the

the one who drove me away! You

opportunity… The day Will returns, move back from the Smith residence, or else

struggled in vain nor dared to scream loudly again. Tears silently fell once. more. “You clearly dislike me, so why are you doing this? Eric, if you treat me like this, I will hate you for the

her insignificant hatred to

the bed like a broken,

off your clothes and wash up. The bed’s dirty. Change the sheets and duvet cover

ground, and hung them on the back of the chair. Then, he closed the door and left.

it all into the trash can. The hem

look of near despair was in her eyes as scenes of being used by Eric as a tool for his desires. kept surfacing in her mind.

ultimate line, everything Eric did to her was enough to

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of her days.

day, she definitely wouldn’t be able to bear it

a bath, Eileen put on the clothes she had left there before She didn’t want to Souch any of his belongings, as they made her

as if nothing had happened. He placed a bow! of noodles on the dining table and said,

want to eat I’m leaving”

won’t make a difference’ Eric had always

defying me” Eric’s voice

was traumatized by him, and she was

took a seat Eric handed her a fork, which she accepted. without daring to

plate, but