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

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

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

buried in the crook of her neck, planting a kiss.

seething with rage.

it better

me away! You were trying to kill

I’m giving you this opportunity… The day Will returns, move back from the Smith residence, or else you’ll face the

once. more. “You clearly dislike me, so why are you doing this? Eric, if you treat me like this, I will

didn’t take her insignificant hatred

sat on the bed like a broken, unconscious doll,

black shirt from the wardrobe and tossed it onto the bed. “Take 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

school uniform and threw it all into the trash can. The hem of her skirt was still stained with that filthy, dirty substance. Under the shower, she scrubbed incessantly

look of near despair was in her eyes as scenes of being used by Eric as a tool for his

cross that ultimate line, everything Eric did to her was enough to make it an unforgettable experience in her life, becoming a nightmare she could never shake

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the rest of

her that day, she definitely wouldn’t be

on the clothes she had left there before She didn’t want to Souch any of his belongings,

a bow! of noodles on

want to eat I’m leaving” Eileen didn’t look at

make a difference’ Eric had always disliked repeating

you defying me”

him, and she was filled with disgust as she

over and took a seat Eric handed her a fork, which

the plate, but