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 international models.

of power and transactions. Among all the women he had encountered, none could compare to the beauty currently

got guts, kicking

Losing

be childless, and your lineage will end with you. You won’t meet a peaceful end.”

making her bend slightly, and tilted his head to indulge her

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

you

lip, the humiliation in her eyes deepening. Eric had never loved her. He had always treated her

he likes is nothing more than this

thing squeezed its way in, nestled between her

continued to move back and forth on top

when he let her go. Eileen felt so weak she was like a puddle of mud, about to slump

finger, her mind in a complete fog. It must be said, aside from his daily fits of passion. Eric was also quite the master

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

hours, waking up at half past four

sharing the same bed. Eileen’s back

scorching body, hot like a furnace. She stared blankly our the window.

would gently guide her back. So, after all these years, she still hadn’t broken the habit

a habit nurtured for nearly a decade, ingrained in one’s bones, how could it be easily changed?

to be almost fony. If it weren’t for living again. Eileen would have almost forgotten what

looked up at him,

Eric’s face overlapped with that of

that not everyone possessed. No matter how dangerous or difficult things got, as long as he was by her side, he could provide a sense of

of shape or had thinning hair. Eric was very disciplined, leading in everything from physique to status. Otherwise, there wouldn’t be

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down… Eileen had lost count.

could make him look at them…

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“Mrs. Snow” who didn’t compete or fight, living like a

Most of the time, they were steeped in her own

was shattered all over the place, it was painstakingly pieced back together,

him but with her strength. Eric would wake up before

slipped into a nightgown,

her own cowardice and didn’t know what kind of method she should use to move on from her past pain-