Rebirth of the Wife in Despair by Tess Munoz

Chapter 242 Losing Control

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The recent struggle had caused her to break out in a fine sweat, and her thin nightgown had been torn open, revealing skin so fair it seemed to glow. Her expression of embarrassment and anger only served to tighten Eric’s stomach as if she were a delicate flower ready to be plucked at will.

The man unabashedly sized her up, his gaze intense, as if he was trying to see right through her.

Eileen didn’t want to look at him. She turned her face toward the heavy curtains. There, where her collarbone delicately dipped, the man leaned over and kissed her again, leaving a trail of marks that belonged solely to harm

Since Mary had left, no matter how much Eileen resisted, she couldn’t avoid what was coming.

In the entire mansion, there were only the two of them.

It seemed as if Eileen fate was sealed. No matter what, she would sull be tainted. Although… Eric wouldn’t proceed to the final step, entering her body, but she was afraid that he would ignite her desire at the slightest touch, making her devoid of any self-control.

When Will left, it seemed as if the entire Swan family had become his.

Eric’s patience was completely worn out.

“Let me choose for you, then. The man had already unbuckled the metal clasp. pulling down the zipper and revealing his unappealing thing. It seemed to touch Eileen’s chin causing her to struggle violently, her face burning. With her eyes closed, she said. “You bastard, get up.”

“Hush, it will be over soon…”

About forty minutes later. Eileen casually grabbed something to wipe off the stuff on her chest and face, then directly tossed it onto his head.

“I really want to kill you, you bastard. Get out of my sight.”

Eric, unfazed, pulled off the shin from his head and tossed it into a corner. Then, bare-bodied, he stood

and effortlessly lifted the girl on the bed into his arms.

up

Eileen stretched out her leg, aiming a kick directly at Eric, who swiftly dodged it. Seizing the opportunity, Eileen ran off the bed from the other side. The room door was already slightly ajar and in the next second….

With a “bang. it was forcefully shut again.

With a swift pull from Eric, she found herself pressed against the door, her exquisite curves and her small

waist…

possesses waist dimples, apart from some well-shaped

the business world, having witnessed all kinds of power and transactions. Among all the women he had

got guts, kicking wherever

Losing

will surely be childless, and your lineage will

indulge her fully. With

tighten her legs around him. “If I am to die.

you

Eric had never loved her. He had always treated her like a servant, summoning and dismissing her at will.

likes is nothing more

in,

continued to move back and forth on

puddle of mud, about to slump to the ground. Enic

a complete fog. It must be said, aside from his daily

she found immense satisfaction, yet she resented it, unable to push him

waking up at half past four in the

sharing the same bed. Eileen’s back was pressed tightly

hot like a furnace. She stared blankly our the window. For some reason,

holding her from behind. Even when she turned over, he would gently guide her back. So,

nearly a decade, ingrained in one’s bones, how could it be easily changed? Eileen turned around, facing this restrained face that once captivated the dreams of countless women.

weren’t for living again. Eileen

at him, observing him intently….

face overlapped with that of Eric in his middle age.

forties, Eric had grown even more mature. His features were deeper and more captivating, and there was a unique, steady aura about him that not everyone possessed. No matter how dangerous or difficult things got, as long as he was by her side, he could provide

of the elite, men of his age were either out of shape or had thinning hair. Eric was very disciplined, leading in everything from physique to status. Otherwise, there wouldn’t be so many outstanding women constantly thinking about

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her to step down… Eileen had lost

make him look at them…

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wife. The blissful “Mrs. Snow” who didn’t compete or fight, living

memories were seldom filled with happiness. Most of the time, they were steeped in

place, it was painstakingly pieced back together, only to

strength. Eric would wake up

slipped into a nightgown, and

cowardice and didn’t know what kind of method