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

all kinds of power and transactions. Among all the women he had encountered, none

kicking wherever you

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will end with you. You won’t

his head to indulge her fully. With such a fiery temper, it seemed she wouldn’t be seeking death

around him. “If I am to die. I want

you

the humiliation in her eyes deepening. Eric had never loved her. He had always treated her like a servant, summoning and dismissing

is nothing

thing squeezed its way in, nestled between

an hour, he continued to move back and forth on

of mud, about to slump to the ground. Enic promptly picked her up and

fog. It must be said, aside

satisfaction, yet she resented it, unable to push him away

nearly twenty hours, waking

unclothed, sharing the same bed. Eileen’s back

a furnace. She stared blankly our the window.

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

decade, ingrained in one’s bones, how could it be easily changed? Eileen turned

it weren’t for living again. Eileen would

looked up at him, observing him intently….

face overlapped with that of Eric

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

thinning hair. Eric was very disciplined, leading in everything from physique to status. Otherwise, there wouldn’t be so many outstanding

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down… Eileen had

make him look

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

back those scattered memories were seldom filled with happiness. Most of the time, they were steeped

it was painstakingly pieced

but with her strength. Eric would wake up before she could kill him.

out of bed, slipped into a nightgown, and

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